Eden

I weaved a nest

Out of the things they threw away

And I made a home for my children to say

He created an earth so large

So great

Hoping one day

The Gods will appreciate

The waste they threw a way

The Garden of Eden was no place to stay

Adam

I know your pain

I, too, had to do the same

To free myself and children alike

To start fresh

A new life

I too had to be

Immigrant

But free

Self Love

Don’t forget to nurture your soul

You lost your pieces
Those that made you, you
And now you wander
Forgetting what you loved
To do

YOU

Can you truly be you

Unafraid

No make up

No filter

To alter your face

Can you find it

In your heart

To let them see

Who you truly are

For no other has been made

In exactly the same way

Yours

Arms stretching out

Feeling the boarders of my imagination

Running my fingers on an unseen destination

How could I see things I can not imagine?

How could I become what I do not dare to be?

This box

Was not

Made

For

ME

.

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