Poem: Stray

Stray Stay away, For I am but a stray, The streets are mine, For me to roam. I will fight, Whoever comes near, For I am afraid, of kindness. As a stray, Bad things come my way, I cannot trust you, Mindless.

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“We grow to give new meaning to old words” - Jessica (podcast speaker) New poems encapsulated modern day struggles but no struggle hasn’t been heard of before. Poems are time capsules that were never dated. They were buried in the past but remain intact in the present.