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There is always a way
Hidden from plain sight
So many crossroads
We have to tackle
Surrounded by structures
And then busy boulevards
Higher and higher
Ambitions kissing clouds
Vertical limits not set
One feels dizzy
Like a minnow
Pushed around
Sprain in the neck
New phobias
And health scares
Spine gives way
To modern marvels
Can’t bear the load
Anymore
Denxai Mcmillon May 2015
Let's see what tomorrow brings,
Let's see where we will be,
Let's see why we try so hard
Let's see when we'll leave this town
Let's see who we can become together.
My world is not of the written word
It cannot be numbered
held captive on a so called page

My world is liquid
as sea , rain , snow or ice
It can be hot , cold , or entice

My world is cloudy
It thunders after it flashes light
My world is wrong , my world is right

There are no words that bind my life
I won't be delegated
to exist in the black on white

I will not be staved
by the limited sways
of the written words upon the page
Denxai Mcmillon May 2015
I have found my place.
Where I am celebrated
Where I know I'm loved.
Denxai Mcmillon May 2015
Sometimes, I wonder if the color of my skin is as relevant as how I treat others.

I never once thought I'd have to try
Making those around feel like sisters or brothers.
Denxai Mcmillon May 2015
Seeing you after work
Is kind of like not wanting to swim
but enjoying the cold on your feet
As you dip them into the pool
No matter our situation,
No matter our title,
That feeling won't go away.
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