The Proof Of My Fire Poem by Aminath Shafaa [Muffinkolhu]

I feel nothing but the poison of your hate
You have always been an empty soul
Spitting on joy because you never tasted it
You built a life where happiness was a weakness
Where love was superficial only because it never chose you

You crowned yourself with books
Hid behind degrees
As if paper could replace the pulse of living
But deep down you were hollow
A body without warmth
A mind without light

That is why you call me a disease
Why my love makes you nauseous
Because I carried the kind of fire you could never hold
A love so fierce it exposed the smallness of your world

You hate me because I am everything you are not
Alive burning unafraid
You have no idea how to live
You have no idea how to survive
And my existence is proof of everything you will never be

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