adoren

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    Four imps made their way through a long, clean hall. The place was ornate, but not quite extravagant, with a collection of paintings on the walls, and simple light fixtures hanging from the ceiling. Overall, though, it was clearly built for the comfort of creatures just a bit larger than the imps. Remembering who they were here to meet, one of the imps paused. The other three stopped as well, looking back at her, and the purple one spoke.     “Ah, c’mon Itzel! What’re you all nervous about?”     Itzel, the brown-pink imp, looked down at her claws, fidgeting. “He’s s-still a bit scary…”

I have a dream in my heart. It became clear when I was old enough to understand. There was a mountain between me and the talented. And without hesitation, I started to climb. But the mountain crumbled beneath me, And I fell down, down to the bottom. But there they remained, those demigods, gloating from up at the top. And I ask, where’s the fairness in that? What kind of twisted justice is this? Who chooses who to stand in the clouds? I wish for a world where I could enjoy my life, Standing on my own two feet, on equal grounds with everyone. Where I’m free from your judgment, And my own.