Living Memorial

 
watch how she moves
so graceful...
despite the pain
& it's a constant
always trying to force her into submission
yet she maintains her composure
knocking at each door
making sure voices are heard
then uncapping her own bottle
pouring ink in equal measure
her playful nature...
...& her agony
into concoctions & lyrical cocktails
alternating honesty with entertaining
wholly relatable
as we laugh at her word play
& lose coherent speech
when she bares herself
despite fear & awkward self-image
cringing inside
...but determined
because she's fully aware
when she speaks...
so many of us feel seen
she's a radiant being
& light cannot be contained
it always finds accessible fractures
creating a living beacon
making her glow visible
...to everyone around her
whatever you do...
don't take her for granted...
Duende is so much more
...than she appears

Not afraid to cut people with his ink
Often saying the quiet part out loud
Throwing barbs from the kitchen sink
He knows how to provoke the proud

Underneath the darkness there is light
Hidden in metaphor or lurking in humor
Doesn’t pull punches or throw the fight
A warning to the fainthearted consumer

Sticks and stones often break bones
While words bring out honest results
So put down the fucking smartphones
He’s taking down cults and weak adults

His visions are packed full of insanity
It’s just the world as his eyes see it
I’m not gonna lie there will be profanity
He’s a smooth poet with endless grit


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