Moonchild
He isn’t from around here
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1 min readNov 26, 2023
Spellbinding splendourous
Celestial man
Could hold the moonbeams
In the palms of his hands
He stared at the skies
Like they’d welcome him home
He would tell you the future
Like it was something well known
The people didn't like him
They labelled him weird
His glitters and glamours
Were something they feared
He’d silence the hoard
And in a moment of calm
He’d carve a sweet heart
In the flesh of his arm
And how the folks glared
And how they all hissed
When it was stardust that dripped
Through his white-knuckled fist
Just because we all live here doesn’t mean we’re all from Earth.
This poem is about how some people won’t like you no matter what you do or what lengths you go to to please them, So just be your own celestial self.
