By Avishi Singh
My one and only supporter
As it kisses my face
All this time I’ve had to suffer
And bury myself in faked grace
The air understood, gave me the very grace I lacked,
As I maniacally danced & sang my lungs out
It kept me in place, holding the building of my body, when it was cracked
And the seed of self-confidence slowly began to sprout
But where would I find, an ally in this war of life
Who’s ready to die for another; has many dependent on them, yet doesn’t think
twice
This air is my only friend, my shield against every strife
I have now realized mine, and my oppressors vice
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By Avishi Singh
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