Who Are You? Poem by Blessing Kalamatila

What has become of us?
for It feels like apart of us is Dead.
Our Holy selves remain burried 6 feet under these fictive versions of us and we encircle the caskets with beautiful wreaths but our genuine selves are left alone to rot beneath its nowonder we reek of jealousy.

Tell me!
Does Heaven remain our pre-odained fate?
cuz its funny how we love to raise Hell on each other.
So afraid to love, we'd rather Hate.

See!
we starve ourselves of the truth but still choose to go to bed full of all the lies that we are fed.
Gossip- a web spun not for the design to build but bring others down, yet we forget how delicate we are when subjected to it.

For when our eyes gaze the mirror,
little time is taken to re-arrange each piece that truly reflects a picture of our lives but our minds race to complete a puzzle whose image is still blurry.

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