Why dreams, come in colors
While others not, but in black? 
Why some people’ve organized thoughts
While others not? 

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Why crack jokes of inequality and/or inequity? 
…and pretend is all ok?
Why some people, are so together 
Seemingly to be glued together by the Gods 

Who can, glue them as no one can?
Are they Devine-like and/or unlike? 
It been through more than a crazy glue 
That holds them through that will of God

They need to always live …
As much as God give them more reasons to stay 
An extreme will, despite what …
They may see and/or hear, they can’t be crack 

An egg cracks secondly, see a lot of it 
Why, maybe ask, why they don’t crack? 
Only, He knows 
The why’s as He often cries unheard 

A million times 
A million ways 
A million of days 
A million of dates 

All pleural …
Never singular 
A single man …
A woman to the unknown, has made it known 

Today’s society man never alone in voices 
Women of today, proven they can stand alone
Very tall unlike any man …
Before, they were left outside tossed 2 the winds

Woman of today …
Rise up like the brightest of the suns 
We can no longer be thrown to the wolves 
Where we been feed to loose …

Now, we’ve suffered enough 
The sun witnessed it all 
No longer willing to burned us 
Plentiful of water out in the sea

We all been cooled …
Our bodies no longer bruised nor blue 
But, our minds at times stoned
Only our prints behave a-timed

Now, no longer 
We been freed 
By own own true wills 
Once and again, we proven we all the same 

There’s a million ways to die 
All women, always dies the same 
With endless love in their hearts 
Because, it’s through the will to survive 

To bring all offspring’s to life 
To continue our existence 
We only chains of DNA …
We all chained to our God, because it’s love 

-Minerva A. Garcia, Your Poet 

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