Untitled 8A Poem by J. B.A poetic piece about the struggle of finding and fighting for equality among genders and race.
People tell me "Be true to yourself."
Don't become like "them." Continue to be a poet. But to me, there is no difference between the two, just between me and you. In a form of expression this becomes a confession.
Capitalism catapults to capitalize on the depression of you and me, the separation of "we" Can you see it? To overcome the hate and discrimination, you must look at its foundation. Find the relation to the reflection in the mirror, and you will see it clearer. To not be angry is to be without conviction. Passion and compassion are only separated by that of action, which in a world of billions is only done by a fraction. Go ahead; speak out and stand against the division But first make sure you are not a reason for the divide and THAT will take swallowing your pride to confide in the reflection of yourself. Staring eye to eye with the enemy in your bathroom mirror. © 2017 J. B.Featured Review
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6 Reviews Added on September 9, 2017 Last Updated on September 9, 2017 Tags: equal rights, self reflection AuthorJ. B.NYC, NYAboutFeminist Anti-Trump MMA instructor Musician/Composer Activist USMC veteran Intellectual Kink and sex-positive advocate more..Writing
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