ROTTEN TOMATO. That’s what we called you, but you changed your narrative. You’ve become a force to reckon with. We can never get enough of you.
Poem
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Here’s to the beautiful drift,
Here’s to the tune of addiction’s deceit.
Here’s to the backseats of the church,
the treasures in the dust,
the sorrows on repeat.
Above my fears and bondages
According to Your promises
You give me Your peace
From all sides they come attacking. Mocking my weakness, they raise their swords.Charging their horses and chariots
Aimasiko,
so I’m panting,
I’m struggling.
I’m confused.
I’ve been reaching for the stars,
sacrificing all that I have –
All that I am.
Asking myself one question,
“When will I touch the cloud?”