the power of my dreams
you burn on all the fires you
throw me on,
you think you would know that
i am not someone to cross
have both the ocean the flames
at my disposal—
never took the time to get to know the
mythology of my bones or the language of my soul,
and yet you’ll judge my thorns?
the prettiest roses are those that will never
they grow in your mind rent free,
and they intoxicate you with their beauty;
yet they do not exist for your validation
they exist because they wanted to bloom
& the same could be said for me
i am not here for your entertainment
but rather to achieve my ambitions,
and know the power of my dreams.
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