Different

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

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8. Tealight Candles

I sit at the table,

Waiting for my love.

I sit at the table,

In front of those tealight candles.

 

One's flame is red,

While the other's flame is blue.

Then there's a flame with a color all it's own.

 

I sit patiently watching the flames flicker,

And thinking about those colors.

I think if those flames were people,

They would be discriminated against.

I think if those flames were people,

They would be the ones to change the world.

 

I sit at the table,

Waiting for my love.

I sit at the table,

In front of those tealight candles.

 

 

 

 

 

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