just be
to be different in the eyes of people who are all the same
in the veins, wearing the same hat and revealing the same smile of a world that is
hungry for a change in those people
minus the unwillingness to be willing...to be there....to be unique
do not be afraid
for your fears will cause the soul inside of you to forget what it's like to be a unicorn
(jesse was a unicorn...until he wasn't...never to be again)
breathe
i miss my friend
to be the best version of the most beautiful, amazing, unique, wonderful you
dreaming in your own style, and wearing your favorite purple and green striped socks with glitter
wear glitter every day if you want...need...desire...want
because you can
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Comments
A wonderful poem , almost a prayer.Makes one wonder about the losses within.
John x
thank u john. i'm glad u like it.
I also wanted to say that the poem 7 Misguided Bullets was written about my friend Jesse, who I mention in this poem. He was killed right before Christmas last year. Speaking of loss. :(