Let Me Be Real Poem by Caroline Bulleck
Let Me Be Real
Summer rains, come down from above
Heavy drops strike me
Cleanse all my soul of
The impurities that be
Wash away the grime of prejudice
Strip me of the oils of hate
Heal the wounds left by those I miss
My bruised, calloused heart; exfoliate
I beg you, remove the layers of rot
I trapped myself under, too afraid to feel
Take away everything I am not
Show me who I am. Just please, let me be real.
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5/17/2024 3:49:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very impressive write, Caroline Ann Bulleck. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.