Treasure Island

Mary Jesusa Villegas


Evolve


Continue evolving.
Don’t envy me.
I have nothing to be proud of.
Once you evolve
You’ll establish your own
Uniqueness
Once you know the truth.
That it just happens
When it was
Fast
For me.

Continue evolving.
I am not really the kind to be envied.
I have nothing
to be proud of.
I have grown as a writer
From insecurity
(From other pens.)
I envy
pens who know
what
idiosyncrasy
means
and also contingency.
My signature is stupidity
My poor establishment,
this is.
But my piece
of unique truths.

Will you,
please
Continue evolving
Breakthrough
the personal
walls and boundaries
Done,
it can be.
Go on, Julie
embrace free-
dom, stretch out to
make history!
Good luck on your new
Journey.

Submitted: Saturday, September 10, 2011
Edited: Saturday, September 10, 2011

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