Fresh, acquired since conception
A reflection of new life, no strife and no fights.
Tainted by inquiries and curiosity.
Provoked into intolerance by animosity.
Generosity is no longer natural, suspicion is factual.
The actual taste of maliciousness initiates carelessness.
Heartbreaks and mistakes dictate what God makes.
Wonder about your own personality, when in all actuality you can control it.
You let the devil unfold it and inject poison, corruption, mental destruction, good deed abduction.
Your soul is no longer pure, you’re filled with temptation and you hunger for more.
Entangled in lies, deceit and conceit, avoiding it all, your biggest defeat.
An attempt to change it, the hope to rearrange it, it’s foreign to strangers.
You’re completely misunderstood in your hood where man does no good.
You struggle for acceptance where men end up breathless.
A big mess, yes, it can be altered, don’t let yourself falter.
Lost Purity, insecurities, entrapped in impurities, not ready to fall.
but admitting it all, your first step, get prepped for what’s next.
Lost
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Seems to me like this is about the world or other people affecting one, causing the person to lose their original self and ways of thinking becoming more suspicious almost introversive and untrusting. It also seems like a slightly misandronistic toward the end with the “where man does no good” line. I’m confused as to is that just a random thought or is the whole poem about how some women/girls are “lost” because of disingenuous men.
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