Seeing Everyone In A World Lense Poem by Dashaun Rashod Snipes Mister

In a world full of sundresses silly and straight,
I see the serenity and stretching of fate,
Surrounding us are sounds of seashores and shells,
And seahorses floating with such graceful swells.
The sky shines sunny, a formidable glare,
On fair skin and hygiene, we all take great care,
Our beauty regimens, a daily routine,
To maintain our skin, oh so serene.
But in this euphoria, let's not forget,
The hair on our heads, where follicles set,
Strengthening our skin, a system surreal,
In seasonal shifts, we must always feel.
To the store of steroids, the sterile supply,
Still sticking out, something else to try,
Stonewashed and stellar, our social security,
And services survey, for our community.
Superintendents superior, support us with ease,
Sixty-six sets of shoes, they bring us to our knees,
For their successful gossip, the Gospel they share,
But to us foreigners, it's a forbidden lair.
For knowledge and capsules, they keep hidden away,
For understanding and sermons, they preach every day,
Soulful sounds, like songs that show,
Skills similar to singing, in singular synchrony flow.
But scrutinized still, for stealing what's ours,
We're stopped by their standards, for borrowing powers,
In a simple relationship, with our own unique sound,
We play a game of strategic psychological ground.
Constantly rotating, in clockwise and counterclockwise,
In places in air, on land, we never compromise,
But nowhere spiritual, our stronghold we hold tight,
Spinning us into people, born from the night.
Like an awkward spirit, still seeking to believe,
That our spring is significant, we must strive to achieve,
But we have to stay up, to steal the situation,
Indifferent to sin, since a Stonehenge of creation.
Eons to sons, we sleep and we steer,
Goals for the keen, for survival we fear,
Swimming seventeen hours, in stormy semesters,
But we're swollen to the great divide, by society's pressures.
Sinking and sinking, in a sinkhole of secrets,
And seconds at a time, our souls it depletes,
But we must keep going, and see everyone in a world lense,
For we are all connected, in this universal dance.

Authorship by: Mr. Dashaun Rashod Snipes
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