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NATURE IS INJURED
Before you study the world Around you Study yourself Because You're a library filled with diverse books Some days you are a book with dark lines - unknown to the world &other days you're the sun in the faces of youngsters Learning to spell survival Before you dig into things around you Dig into your own body & look for escape routes For days you'll be confined to rooms filled with broken voices for days you will be left to write tests on the canvas of emptiness Because the world Around you is wounded too & you run to her everyday // for cure
WHEN THEY ASK ME HOW I SURVIVED
I mean I do not sleep & wake with the weight fear drops on my shoulders I mean each time darkness grabbed me by my wears I gave it to her & ran away naked I mean I run back into myself whenever uncertainty fills the street with broken dreams & psalms of sorrow sweeps the streets Is nature not too beautiful to be stranded of hope & faith? I have learned to hide my grief grief inside lyrics of beautiful voices When they asked me how I survived I told them broken things are beautiful, like the recoil of a gun, like season change, Like the birth of newness after the death of dreams I know when to lean on water & be quenched of pain Because the world is fire & we are flowers
