This World in which I was born
Worships those who conform.
But if one jiggles one’s way out of the
norm,
This World would crush one for being
foreign.
This World in which I was born.
Sometimes it produces,
Other times it destroys.
Whether or not this act is conducive
The World remains quite coy.
This World in which I was born.
The World is a beautiful creature
Rife with mountainous curves as sacred
as nunneries.
But the World is a deceptive teacher,
Catering to those who can afford her
luxuries.
This World in which I was born.
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