Poems from preespirit
People are watching
You train
Train, train, and train
Don't they realize
If you don't train
You'll remain the same
The same fears and...
Who decides what I’ll be?
What shapes me?
Maybe I am not a polygon,
Maybe actually defined by curves from weight put on
But I know that...
"You're basically white"
Yet my skin
Is the shade of the dirt
That provides the conditions
For the rosy cheeked
Pink flowers to blossom
To...