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You will never be like her…

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She’s a garden of solace
with roses as sweet as honey
but you will never be like her.

She’s the ecstasy of desire
with blind intoxication
but you will never be like her.

She’s the warm breeze
among harsh winds of winter
but you will never be like her.

She has the treasures of knowledge
the mind of a genius
but you will never be like her.

She has the perfect lips
that warriors would fight for
but you will never be like her.

She is the brightness of the sun
casting rays of hope
but you will never be like her.

She has the confidence
of a thousand knights- ready for war
but you will never be like her.

She’s an image of perfection.
A wish. A want.
But you will never be like her.
Never.
Ever.

Look in the mirror
and you will see a worn-out dream
layered in residues of storms and gales
you’ll see a monster with skin
as old as time
and hair as wrenched
as the erupting volcanoes
you will see wounds smothered in darkness
and smiles as fake as blackened hearts.

Darling
you are not her
and you will never be.

She is the crescent moon
and you are a blemish.
She is the purity of the ocean
and you are a stain.

But love, It is okay.
It is alright. You don’t need to compare
your rays to someone else’s light.

Your imperfections are making you stronger.
But what I don’t understand
is that in a world where you can be anything
why would you want to be her?

I’m not in your place

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I’m sorry that the world isn’t fair
And we as humans are a disgrace
I’m sorry that you lost your life
because of someone else’s hate
I’m sorry that the world doesn’t care
When you were dying inside
I’m sorry about the monsters
We’re all trying to hide
I’m sorry about the attack
I know you’re very hurt
And deep inside you’re aching
I’m sorry I couldn’t save you
When the whole world was breaking
I’m sorry that you’re scared
And I can’t do anything to help you
I’m sorry that I’m safe and sound
While you can’t even make it through
I’m sorry about everything
About those bodies falling to the floor
I’m sorry about being so selfish
And closing all my doors
I’m sorry about this unfairness
About these bans, walls,
and destroying all your dreams
I’m sorry for not listening
When you tried so hard to scream
I’m sorry for being sorry
Because I know loved ones can’t be replaced
I’m sorry for sealing my lips, my eyes and my ears
Because I’m not in your place

Rise!

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I’ve created a grave on my own
With misery piling above my soul
Up above somewhere the sun is shining
But beneath this debris, my hope is dying

Why drown yourself in despair and guilt
When this grave is something you had built
Falling and rising is in your hands
So rip through this debris and try once again

Lost path

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I am a path seeking an unattainable haven
A refugee looking for a glimpse of peace,
On an island plagued with death
I am the first ray of dawn
That soldiers see after the end of every war
I am a wanderer of a lost craven,
Aching for a sight of shore

But the only thing I see are waves of pain
Drowning, mixing with the aimless waters of rain
The high winds are wrestling with the tides
The islands are bleeding and the sky is aching to cry

Everything is in chaos
Where should I go
I hear the thunders
I’ve lost my way home

Where is my direction
I don’t know this sea,
I can’t go on
Just come and save me

To my unborn daughter:

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To my unborn daughter:

Never shall I tell you
That you belong beneath someone else’s ego

Never shall I tell you
That your worth is lesser than any other person’s

Never shall I tell you
That you are not capable to dream for yourself

Never shall I tell you
That you are comparable to the beings around you

Never shall I tell you
That you should mend your ways to impress a cruel world

Never shall I tell you
That you should give up your desires to gain someone else’s approval

Never shall I tell you
What you should and what you shouldn’t be

Never shall I tell you
That you need to follow trends to fit in, buy brands to be loved.
Layer yourself with makeup to be accepted

Never shall I tell you
To listen to the voices of others because you have your own opinions to voice

Never shall I tell you
That you are weak because out of all possibilities, you fought to exist

Never shall I tell you
That you should stay in a home that degrades your value

Never shall I tell you
That you need to compromise your worth for someone, or something else

Never shall I tell you
That the path you will take will be easy because it won’t

Never shall I tell you
that you are not ready

But I will tell you, my love,
Each and every day
That you are a gem for me
That you are beautiful inside out
You are smart, brave and courageous.

I will tell you
with tears spilling down my cheeks
That the world is unkind, unjust, and cruel.
I will tell you with a lump in my throat
That the world will break you every chance it gets.
I will tell you with an embrace, that those closest to you
will take advantage of your kindness.
I will tell you with my hands shaking,
That you won’t be rewarded for your hard work
and you will be made fun of.

My child, my love
I will tell you again and again
That you will fall,
you will crash
and you will burn
But
you will stand
You will rise
and you will reform
And at the end
When you’ve reached those mountains
And when you’ve crossed those seas
You will wipe away my tears
And you will tell me, with a smile,
“Look I’ve made it.”