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by mossgirl19 Aug 15, 2017
Love, romance /
Kings rode their chariots-
I don't have one.
I walk barefooted
And worry not
Of mud in knee length.
They call you a blue blood.
But I call you a dreamer
With a vulnerability.
I trust that in the eyes of nature
The both of us
Are only species
A little higher than apes.
Poets are rather eloquent
But not even divine hands
Can ever weave us into equality.
by CJ Maleney
It's true will we never be equal.
Things just aren't meant to be.
Some born to claw and dig in the mud,
And some to fish upon violent seas.
They sit there in their finery,
Eyes forever looking down,
But lift your head and strengthen up,
For they're the one who look like clowns.
They may trace their accessory for centuries
And they may have a blue tinge in blood,
But it's the like you and I who turn this world,
With our veins just full of mud.
So so loved your words
What a lovely piece Miss M, along with wonderful imagery