I write stories worse than
mine
Worse than two blue check
mark signs
Worse than time
differences
Or communication
preferences
I write stories that
highlight our privilege
Stories that undermine the
little things in life
And accentuates those we
take for granted
Freedom, opportunity, and
bright prospects
Our journey won’t be easy
There are applications to
submit
Rejection letters to file
And problems to admit
Our baggage weighs nothing
Compared to being held
captive
Being beheaded
Being raped
And yet, I still feel it
Feel my heart dropping
With disappointment
And now guilt
My brain rationalizes the
pain
Scores it against
increasingly horrifying headlines
Negotiating its value, its
worth and its legitimacy
Questioning its validity
Terror continues to
recruit
Perception aims and shoots
My decisions will go
unused
Leaving my conscience
partly bruised
Yet, slowly, my own scars
will heal
As I decide to adopt
ignorance
To cast away my worries
And abandon my
expectations
Nevertheless, the negotiation
forges on
Between my ego and the
universe’s
Battling beyond dawn
Until one of our fate’s
are reversed
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