Age-old stories of coming to America
With nothing but minuscule amounts of money
To determine worth
And sell your soul.
How can you free yourself
From societal binds and pressures
Without first succumbing to them?
Monopolize your time
Build properties on your day to day life
And watch them come tumbling down
With every step forward that you make.
Has the patriarchy crushed you?
What about all the world’s woes?
When are we free
If we have done nothing to fight?
Lace your shoes tight
And fight with your sole-
Getting closer to your goal
Step by step.
You are irresistible with
Those thoughtful eyes
That shadowed smile
And the way you say
“I love you.”
I’m drinking you in
Like a warm mug
Of lightly sweetened tea
On a cold winter day.
Cuddle up with me
Like a weighted blanket.
Warm my body
And my soul.
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Blue, like a calming bay
With rolling waves of soft silk on sand
From aesthetics to intentions
A colorful jaded mask
Of the color contrast of angered evil
A good foundation- two feet planted firmly on the ground
Adequate strength- to carry the weight of yourself and others (others are optional)
A mind of your own- a brain that will lead you away from the hive
Emotion- a determining factor of a healthy soul
It might not seem like much,
But when you add them all together,
You’ve built yourself
A modest home.