Correcting Me

The world corrects me As though I am born immoral Corrupted by the first gasping breath Of Earth’s polluted air   The world corrects my looks Like how I am born is not right That I cannot be Unless I conform to the world’s view   The world corrects my speech So the words I... Continue Reading →


You searched your whole life For a place to belong Only to find You are still just a trespasser -Kel Dayheart

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