Strangers

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

I remake myself
in my own image.
Forming a cage.
Surrounded by
uneducated people.
Within them,
I found a rhythmic glow.
Understanding the
pain and discovery.
Maybe we're strangers,
no matter where we go.

© 2015 I Am Svetlana

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Added on June 21, 2015
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I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI

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