I contradict myself in everything I do, every poem I write, and every answer I give, They tell us our opinion matters. But, how can it if we live in a world that constantly changes? How can it when you feel like you are stuck in that world and you're always two steps behind the others? How can it when you feel like you're older, more mature, wiser, when you feel different from everyone around you? It matters because everyone's different in every way, shape, and form you can think of. Why should that limit us? We're all different. We shouldn't brought down because of it. Besides, doesn't being different, makes us all the same?
Poems by: Jessica and Aparupa
Cover by: CorkyPorky


42. Dreams

Defined by a rainbow flag,

Rather than their name.

Remembered as a defect in society,

A forgotten shame.

No one saw how they wept,

As their love was legalized.

No one saw them laugh with joy,

Even when their love was downsized.

Yet they were pushed aside still,

No matter how legal.

They were cast aside,

Like a leaf in the wind.

And yet, they hope to see a sunrise, 

Without having fear in their hearts, 

And hate in their eyes. 

But for now,  

We shall let them rest. 

For until their dreams become reality, 

And reality becomes a thing of our past, 

They're covered in shadows, 

Of things they never dare ask. 

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