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Thank you

I don’t find myself helpless more often,

But when I do,I yearn for my people attention.

The ones who stayed were blessing to my soul,

The abandoning me made me feel like a worthless home.

Where do I go with all this mess in my head?

So I often thank God for believing in my beliefs,

When I cry, you comprehend that I ain’t glad!

About things that were never said,

and words that were left unsaid.

People dancing on songs never heard before,

Thank you for not judging me too,

This bird is forever thankful for,

not building a birdcage to vacate.

-Riya Shah

By Ray


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