Shine Poem by Angela Unique Raine

Shine



Life is my fight. I inhale, then I exhale.

My rush is my fight; life has fair chances.

Everything I stand for is a physical fight.

Closed mouths don't get fed.

Living life; living proudly; we are living.

Sunday, September 4, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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