Spilt Blood

Split blood

This is a poem about someone Shanaya lost. Sometimes, I’d be strolling around some place,My own ignorance would hit me in the face.Unannounced. And I’d be made painfully aware of my disability.But that blindness, it would bathe me cleanof all sense of shame.The rings I carried with me, have lost their sheenbecause, I threw myself …

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