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the black rose Dec 2018
inherit mystical powers.
a small town girl,
with special magical powers
to heal the world.
a simple bow to the moon,
a tricky wave of a wand.
abrasive strength in her eyes,
one word &
sorrow is gone.
no poverty,
not a trace.
no crime,
no separate race.
for everyone there’s a place.
abundant love,
there’s no hate.
what a world.
the black rose Dec 2018
we base the worth of a human being on status & net worth.
we forget that all of this **** is MANMADE.  
blind to a higher meaning,
disregard a higher being.
we place lost souls
on pedestals,
they never teach us anything valuable.
we worship material.
we lurk behind screens,
never seeing behind the scenes.
yet we see what’s unreal
and we start to feel
inferior.
give too much credit to who’s equal,
make them feel like they’re superior.
world of illusions,
& that is my conclusion.
we don’t believe that
we can win the war,
so we are losing.
we don’t need to chase wealth,
we need a movement.
we need unity,
togetherness,
you & me.
reconditioning the minds,
they are so closed,
let’s set them free.
the black rose Dec 2018
be not influenced by the forces that try to dim your light.
your dna consists of forces that demand you shine bright.
don’t you ever play small,
though sometimes you may fall.
get back up & keep going,
the world needs you.
be blessed everyone ;)

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