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 Jul 2018 anu
Meghan
Being white...is now a sin to society.







I was nothing but a plain canvass. Hanging in the wall, the consummate design of purity. One day, I threw a dot in the middle of my frame to see how life is like. Then all of the sudden, I became the attention of most paintings. I was art. I was meaningful. The thought of my imperfection is art. But not all commits to that sense of style, and they judged me. They smudged me with colors I'm unfamiliar with. Their hands changed me in terms of tragedy, just like themselves. My innocence became abstract with different intentions. The white no longer defined me, but the sins they made me do provide.
 Jul 2018 anu
Elizabeth Squires
unto the earth's crust
soaking rains did pour down
quenching its dryness
 Jul 2018 anu
Aslam M
Trapped
 Jul 2018 anu
Aslam M
Some in our Minds
Some in our Hearts.
Some in our Eyes
Some in our Dreams.  
Some in Cages
Some in Pages.
Some in Frames
And Some in Bodies .....
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