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Cassandra Tamayo Poem
As the morning starts to rise in the world comes alive the beauty of the birds and all of the little animals starting their day is one of the most beautiful things Early in the morning, when all is quiet, and all you can hear are the sounds of nature nothing on your mind just enjoying the moment, living the life seeing all its beauty and hearing the wonders of the world life can be a very beautiful thing stemmed from pain broken and shattered, but still beautiful beauty doesn’t always mean ugly, but ugly can mean beautiful one of the many strange things in life that we have a hard time understanding the most beautiful thing in the world is being able to love yourself and love the life that you live in now that’s beauty
Copyright © Cassandra Tamayo | Year Posted 2025
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Cassandra Tamayo Poem
Why am I so different? Why does the world look at me as if I am broken and lost? Tragedy does not define me touched as a child now forced to wear the scars of my generational curse.Due to one man’s uncontrollable lust the world treats me as if though I am better off dead. trying to make it in this horrible world now with a child of my own to protect scared every day that she will be judged because I’m alive. so many different names for victims of family violence I could not stop his uncontrollable need to rape victimize or even beat, but yet I am treated as if though I am the one who actually committed the crime. Please don’t judge me. I’m just trying to stay alive. This is me. I am no different from you. I just wish you could only see.
Copyright © Cassandra Tamayo | Year Posted 2025
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