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flowers
exist
in all
different sizes
and colors

and they
never feel
bothered
by a different
flower

so why
can't we be
like flowers?
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It’s the 21st century
but still –
some people
get judged
about whom
they love

It’s the 21st century
but still –
some people
get criticised
about who
they are

It’s the 21st century
but still –
women are
less worth
than men

It’s the 21st century
but still –
dark-skinned people
get discriminated
and killed

One would think
that we live
in the 21st century
and not
in the middle ages
but still –
we must change
a lot
until
everyone is equal
even though i am not from america and not dark-skinned - i bleed with you.
i am truly disgusted about the current crisis and pray that everything will be much better in the future!
please stay safe everyone! <3
i thought
i can read
people
easily

but
after all
this time

i still
haven't
figured you out
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honestly
i always took
it for granted
that
our friendship
is that
amazing & strong

but with
this pandemic
i realized
how lucky
i really am
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now we aren't
'just two drunken
looking for closeness
secureness and
a friend in the night
when
everyone else
was already asleep'
anymore

now
we are
more like
acquaintances

on the best way
to become
friends
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late nights are for the poets
who can’t sleep
because their hearts are alive
with words for someone
who isn’t there.

late nights are for the alcoholics
who drink to forget the ones
who used to stop them
from holding their bottles.

late nights are for the angry
the ones who desperately seek revenge
not on the predator
but on themselves.

late nights are for the secret lovers
who are not able
to show affection
in the shimmery daylight
because they are too afraid
of what society
may say.

late nights are for the lonely,
the ones who love

but aren’t loved back.
cheers to the beautiful things that go down once the world is asleep.

fourth stanza credits go to mrs. anybody! thank you so much for adding something beautiful to this poem :)
Mrs Anybody May 26
maybe you're just
really good
at hiding
your emotions

so maybe
you care
about me
more
than you
show
oh the things we tell ourself to not lose hope...

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