Our Fated Selves
Folding in to convention,
Sealed in creases of acceptance,
Maligned and misled
By the false promises
Of a stolen heart,
We chase the white whale
Of validation
Into waters of denial…
‘Fury—the rallying cry
of our vengeful spirit
Hate—the jilted lover
of our fated selves’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
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