My Own Space

By ALamar

Planted in my own space
No time stamp
Exiting pretending
Eliminating ribbing and quick witting
Sitting waiting no more
To banter back and forth
Alone you’re just you
No guilt in liking you
Or the things you like
You can embrace
The tiny bit of innocence you still hold
Scoop, bottle, and carry it
Your opinion is valid your thoughts aligned
When I’m by myself I close my ears and open my mind
And choose to listen to my me and never adhere to the voices outside

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