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Written by Rocell Trinidad, 16, Philippines
Call me a sinner
Oh, for I must comply
the mind longs for serenity and
thus do the heart,
there is no mistake
for it is destined
hence, we cannot depart
The subject we cannot change,
it is embedded and
it holds
But perception is fluid,
So why can't we mold it?
Why can't we alter it?
For other lovers
desperate for acceptance
and appreciation,
Why can't we change?
"We tolerate," they say
"as long you don't show it
-feel it or act upon it, but we'll tolerate!"
What is toleration without display?
It is the opening of a flower on a winter night,
It is the earth without the sun,
Thus, fruitless, lifeless, and weak.
