The light rises and
The darkness, it disappears
Love enters, hate leaves
Posted in response to the challenge Martin Luther King.
The light rises and
The darkness, it disappears
Love enters, hate leaves
Posted in response to the challenge Martin Luther King.
Fourteen
Fourteen years ago
My life became automatically harder
Because of how I looked
Thirteen
It was just a threat
Just a rumor
It’s not real
It’s not gonna happen
But what about when it’s not a threat
When it’s real
I’m not a painter
But if I was
I would paint masterpieces
And tell a story within each frame
I would create a piece of art
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