Aren’t we all just words
In a poem about a world
In which poetry is written
I know that may sound absurd
But
Aren’t we all just books
Exchanging glances and looks
When our stories seem similar
And we then decide to share plots enroute…
Aren’t we all just written art
With similar beating hearts
Coming together as best sellers
Before we’re drawn apart
By societal demarcation
That provides the identification
That often hinders our coexistence
and integration…
But when the words in literature
No longer wish to live together
That creates the tragedy
Of a very wretched genre.
And sometimes we struggle to fit in
Into this world that we are split in
And for a moment we forget
That we’re all but literature –
The heavens had written…
By : Phanuel Ayelum
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Very creative, Phanuel! Keep writing.
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Thank you so much Roshni! That means a lot, and please keep reading too 💜
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