Poetry

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I plant my feet on the sand And cement my life in truth Fear does not define you Nor does it shape you I was created before the winds of tragedy Cemented in hope and truth I am destined to be in Not tears, Not pain, Not remorse But enthroned by my God who created…… Continue reading #

Poetry

Rage

Be my motivation paint my body with your strokes of pain  – never speak as if you know me and the depths of your strokes your eyes see a mirror, a reflection I always tell you that’s not me  – you insist on your ego being stroked ‘ela ainda pensa assim’ I am who I am  you are not…… Continue reading Rage

Poetry

You won the competition, the last leg. Racing towards the finish line to see who’s heart would stop beating for the other first And even though I doubted you were the one my heart still beats for you and yours for her It’s okay because I guess I know my heart will beat for another but…… Continue reading