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Sep 2020
We are all gifted
in different ways we are made
as infinity plays and giggles
expressing its abundance in form

but it is so hard to remember when
the strictness of dogma
and judgement get in the way

art is powerful
but an act of kindness is just as profound


we are all gifted
all these little desires
make us just right
and prepare for what is meant for us
what feels so familiar it cannot leave us
I think about all the times we beat ourselves up for not being good at something or not having a specific characteristic.

“Why can’t I be good at ______.” I think we’re all made to fit into a little puzzle and when we find the right place and the right people we light up the most.

I see that everything that makes me odd to some makes me beautiful to others and those are my kind of people :)
Guadalupe S Partida
Written by
Guadalupe S Partida  31/Clovis, CA
(31/Clovis, CA)   
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   ---, --- and Norman Crane
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