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Dadsam Abdella Poem
You applause the actor
Her harmonious tone
Her play of words
Her triumphs heard
But do you love the stage after the song
The leftover footprints from where it sang along
Atoning for every step that was missed
Retrieving the dust from her accomplishments
The dust from the skill she used to win
The dirt from the shoes that store talent within
She takes a bow and stifles her breath
For love won’t come if she shows weakness next
But no one applauds the stage after the show
For being there, for laying low
For setting a platform all but their own
The cleaners perceive them as one last chore
The light flicks off, and what is love?
The stage hadn’t known, from being alone
And it will never know, until the lights flick on
And the cleaner applauds it for all it has done
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Dadsam Abdella Poem
Ink with all our thoughts compressed
One hand
Four marks
A dream
Words spoken from a mouth once pure
A desire
A hope
To be seen
Our Earth orbits a plasmic star
Yet we pray
We love
We bleed
We love with values unlike one another
We make those choices despite one another
We hold the hands of massive mistakes
In stability
and instability
We’re seen
Copyright © Dadsam Abdella | Year Posted 2025
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