I have no regrets
About the sadness I’ve let into my life
The depression that ate away at my insides
Made room for the birth of my soul
It led me astray from the popular enlightenment
Standardized by the trend setters and the beloved
The glorified toothpicks that scratch at our brains
Until a crisp pink mural of unity is etched in our heads
Speak yes and you shall receive
That is why I was given a voice
Not to scream or yell
But to whisper
Like a chant
And just imagine,
An alleyway full of desires and longings
Rocked and baptized in the blood-stained cobblestones
Blood left behind by the 4th story jumper
Who couldn’t hit the ground hard enough
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