Poetic Sundays: Hidden Messages

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Hidden Messages:

Down the river, Engulfed by the current
Oh Ophelia. Mad. Lost forever. 
Are you alright?
Have your colors run?
Did they leave you black & and white?
Through the looking glass you fell 
Spiraling endlessly into a maze of hell.
 
But in darkness the colors swim to the surface.
Delusive lights shine bright at night, a kerosene fire,
I feel the calling, singing to my desire. 
I am the ever changing crimson phoenix
Molded to fit a certain cast, I rebel only to reform.
My heritage stays true throughout my transformations
I cast off skins
But retain the same ignitions.

Peace, Love, and Hijabs,
Naila <3



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