The Art of Perspective

Change comes with pain
A grateful heart bleeds beautifully the same
As if it's man's will, vanity can cause destruction on its way.

Fame is a game, a gamble some will say

Simple is not plain, and again I repeat, there is beauty in our veins.

A dark red brings you warmth, keeps you alive; we all share this colour, so in reality, what is the divide? Change is for all and promised as we grow.

The prophet sang regardless, without his vanity on show. I insist on understanding the depth of evolution, breaking down the history behind the human DNA

before you show your skin, teeth, and distress for change

Pinks for mush, and now I'm on a ramble about our brains, the thing we use the least so they say, only 10% feels insane.

100% of me with only 10% of that, feelings, needings & greetings change is on its way. Pain is muggy & comes in a cup, not a glass, why would it be cold?

Piping hot, burn off ya tongue as it's known, a story of true pain never gets old. But that taste, repetition reminds me of mould. Growing with no direction,  ugly & fuzzy.

Change is fierce. A mark to make, things to shake & our people change is on its way.

You chose ash. Death becomes life, pain becomes pleasure.

Will you change today?

~ Author's Note: This piece is a human response to feeling helpless. The country that I call home has just been hit with a stage 5 hurricane that has left many without food, water, shelter & although my immediate family is ok, I find my chest still being tight, mixed emotions keeping me up at night. Hoping this moment of loss, fear & uncertainty can bring forth a truth that people can be proud of. I'm not a writer, a hurt soul if you ask me.

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