in a bloodied jungle-
not the sort of
pristine, untouched
loveliness
you imagine in
your Audi
during the to and fro
that is the drudgery
of your daily life-
no
I mean the ravaged,
pillaged
wilderness,
the bloodstained canopies
of warred
and buried earth
there
where the people
know my surname
and the crowds jostle
when I return
that is my person,
that is my blood
it stains the leaves
and you..
you are nothing
your words are water
and with this pain
I am meant to grow.
– sheila c.
sheila sea 
Unfortunate but true. A good write. Thanks and congrats.
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Thank you, I appreciate the kind words.
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Honest. And beautiful.
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wow.. very beautiful. and true
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Love this Shelia!
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damn
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you dug deep for this one
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Haha, I think so, yeah. Thank you for reading.. 🙂
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