Hiding – A poem about being Plural in a singular normative world
Here is a poem called Hiding: Hiding is safest,don’t feel now, just hide.Don’t show your true colors,your faces or sides. It’s not worth to be seen,it hurts to be discarded.People don’t care,people are mean. It is so blank and empty,My head is fog and smoke.It’s loud inside and feels busy.I feel like I will choke. […]
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