Things left un-said

I told you so, even when we shouldn’t.

Gas, Bills, Food… too broke to eat.

Working hard is it ever enough?

When do we stop?

Regrettable spewed words

Leave scares of yesteryear

Growing plantlings pop up to life

Hold on it’s an experience, everyone should have at least once.

As I breathe in, poverty is knocking on our door,

Not recognized by our state, where’s your compassion?

Hurting for an existence void of Nothingness.

A yearning for knowledge, even in it’s purest forms.

A blooming flower has no choice but to stay rooted and flourish.

Like the young flower she must flourish but she has uprooted…

And isn’t it Ironic that the colors red, white, and blue represent Freedom,

Until they’re behind you….

By ladylucychaos

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