Circumstantial life forces me to be cold.
My energy I must guard, my heart I must protect.
I have come to unveil: my instinct is to provide for one and all.
But in this world not everybody's gentle, not everybody loves.
Some individuals do not yield what it takes to build.
Some have no concept of foundation.
Those that do not know balance of self; all they can ever do is hurt.
So like an agave in maturity, my sweetness I defend.
Needle after needle.
Spike after spike.
Life is truly all I have.
My essence must survive.
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| Author Unknown. If you know the artist, please share the name in a comment. TLAZOKAMATLI MAYAHUEL |
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