Treasure Island

jordan Aardy

(The contry of Canada)

I Fight Dragons


the dragons tell me I'm strange
too young
too polite
too much
too little
selfish
naive
false
rude
I pierce their scales of ignorance and cruelty
with my spear of apathy
I slice their flesh of oppression
with a sword of my will
I bare their heats and minds
with my smile of understanding
of forgiveness
of kindness
acceptance
tolerance
love
and I strip the fell flesh away
away from their true forms
leaving their
asymmetrical
tarnished
perfect
human
selves exposed
and I love them
I watch them traverse the labyrinth
as I do
and I love them

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, April 16, 2013

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We forget that underneath the layers we swath ourselves in, we're all human.

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