Universal Poem by J D

Universal



'It' doesn't seem to want to leave,
quietly trailing, lurking behind.
Always there to stab you in the back,
putting you down when you begin to rise.
But yet,
In a world of diversity and judgment,
'It' sees not color,
nor money or fame,
just black and white.
Some might call 'It' Pain,
I just call it life.

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J D

J D

Mesquite, Texas
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