I feel within my gender in a realm of passion and Russian literature.
A king of dreams and strife leads me to myself as our culture dies on the other side. Who are we to **** our culture? Or it did perish in Hiroshima and Nagasaki? Did you know that those atomic bombs were made with love —or if you will, a broken heart?
Can you imagine—a love destroyed a culture! Imagine, if my love destroyed our culture?
My language is young and not so wordy. complex ideas give birth to simple sentences This style is a pleasure for worldly ears.
Your style is old and dramatic— who are you to bore an innocent girl with your dry stories of bourgeoisie boys and sand people!
My king of dreams and strife translates poetry into destruction, while you create sorrow within our dying culture.
Inspired by my EN473 class here at the University of Guam.