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Demi Chang Poem
Plunging through rough terrain,
Head held high,
Leading others with passion uncontained,
Blazing clearly in the scattered blue sky.
No matter how relentless,
The obstacles assail,
He will defy nature,
And therefore prevail.
Pushing others behind,
Sharing courage to go above,
To reach the path desired,
And share unconditional love.
Looking up to the rising leader,
A bold silhouette others have sought,
That makes the vital choice,
That we follow without a doubt.
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Demi Chang Poem
Undaunting corner,
The edge, the fringe,
The listless days’ observer,
Humming visions astringe.
Silence of no rest,
Unmoving soul trembling within,
Of the room’s unending test,
Failing, unfeeling the unforgiving sin.
So looking out the slitting light,
Like a crevice above the fogging abyss,
Eyes laying upon the untamed sight,
My room indeed I will not miss.
The nature restrained not,
Hovering at window glass,
Wishing I could grow like weeds unfought,
And relinquish binding ropes at last.
Pressing touch to icy barrier,
Holding I from ceaseless bright,
Desiring the unseen savior,
To ascend me above, an unstrung kite.
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Demi Chang Poem
The people rejoice
Over equality, a union
Between different colors, diversities
A newfound gift.
If only it was equality.
If there were equality,
Our sins would hook us
Out of our homes,
As we have done to fish.
Our pride and dignity
Would eat our morality
Like having birds shot down
One by one,
A beauty, a truth,
dying with each echoing shot.
If there were equality,
Nature could take back
The land it once owned
Like a nurturing parent
To a child so lost.
If there were equality,
The plants would rip our hair,
For each stem, each petal
We have ripped, torn, and broken,
Only to be oblivious of their silent screams.
You call for equality,
A blue moon,
An untouchable sky,
A world in the palm of your hands.
But we have wretched the soul of life
'Til no more,
and yet...
You ask for equality.
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Demi Chang Poem
Through the doorway,
Creaking, under trembling hands.
A sight blowing by,
A vision blinding sight,
As you tread through ceaseless colors.
Whirling wonders,
Luring, tempting, enticing,
Leaving you astray
From your heart’s path.
Ensnared in the wicked souls,
Reflections laughing, taunting,
The mirror image of you.
To see without seeing,
To close your eyes,
Feeling the path avail.
The rolling hills swaying once again,
To the steady rhythm of your heart.
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Demi Chang Poem
Wild hair, veiling her eyes
A curtain, an ocean's corral spiraling down
A crescent wave rippling across the faded sight
But no mask, no veil, blocks the looks exchanged
Revealing the reality inside.
A window detained
From the secret that lies
The truth told through a distance glance
A stare that implies
The withering cold
Beneath the falling eyes.
Why whisper false words
For the tongue may lie
But the look may not
For in her disbelief
Its masking deceptions essentially dies.
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