This is a poem of relevance….
Minus the love….
Plus the plastic flowers you kept in a rusted can in your room…
Minus the nights we spent under the stars searching for other planets…
Plus the blue rocket bike you gave me for my birthday…
This is a poem of rectitude…
Handcuffs chaining you to walls of ignorance…
Lies negate anything you’ve believed…
Leave this room of unconformities…
Don’t you like it?
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