Aesthetic, Poetry
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Blame Game

It’s not you –

My expectations are sky escaping. They
stand upon their pointe, tip-toed scraping

Disappointment. The lions and tigers I
bear in my chest as I realize I’m not high.
Feeling every claw clinch upon my breath,

I fear the possibility that it’s my breast…
…not the hearts in eyes that paint the
truest image of who I am inside my chest
that holds your interest.

IF I could keep my head when all about
me tornadoed believing the world is just
fine without me,
It would be…

…But it isn’t.

-it’s not me,

Either.

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Hi, I'm Samantha (Sammie). I could define myself by the work I do, in title, but I'd rather share the characteristics of the type of person I not just want, but strive, to be. I am growing every day, learning to love and Trust God more, and in turn, loving myself and others just the same. Simply put, I want to change the world. I will use this blog and every platform I am opportune to stand upon to encourage youth, peers, and older adults alike. I pray that God will give me the courage to share the words to make a difference. You have the power to be victorious! 1 John 4:8 ". . .God is love." 1 Corinthians 13 (Initial Blog Post)

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