I am rich.
It’s not just a glitch.
It’s a mind switch
Of which is which.
It’s not about things I hold in my hands,
A number of bands,
Or a cheering crowd stands.
– It’s a heart that expands
Across far lands,
Beyond waters and sands,
Permit what men bans,
Align with God’s plans.
I’m not kitsch.
Memories I ditch.
It’s a mind switch
To be rich.
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My poetry book, Domestic Silence, is available here.
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