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My Spit

Wild Flower is my name,
exploration my game.

Straight up in your face,
spitting words at a ridiculous rate.

I'm not saying I'm eloquently fresh,
subsequently I'm a mess.

Frequently falling from the rest,
magniloquent is my vest.


You see falling doesn't scare me,
I've been falling long enough to do it freely.

Landing carefully.

Purposely.

Shattered,
but with dignity.


My tears fall on the hearts of us all.

Writing poetry
feeling small

Writing poetry
while we fall

Writing poetry
while we fall


Today's issues get the best of me,
Did someone say humanity!?

Now I'm getting panicky all I see is

INHUMANITY !


Expenenentially killing societies.

Fundamentally it's cruel mentalities.

Excessive casualties, in this hypothesis.


We have to reach for our purpose
pull the curtains on this furnace,
So we can all be free from targets,
reaching for our INNER ARTISTS.


My tears fall on the hearts of us all

Writing poetry
feeling small

Writing poetry 
while we fall

Writing poetry 
while we fall

*Audio to come*