Bless the world for being
unprepared for me
but holding paths and options for me to choose
activating brain cells
to choose, work and play
Bless the Maker of Worlds
unequal, unjust
we dug inwards to define identity,
face the world on our terms
fight for our deemed rights
Bless all imperfections
to keep us alive
kicking existence to carry us afar
no taking for granted
all that is not ours
Creative Experiments and More 
You are so awe inspiring 💜💜
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It means so much coming from you.
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I mean it 💜💜
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🙏❤️❤️
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I really like the first stanza. I don’t know if I’m reading it correctly, but it says to me that it’s ok that we’re not perfect, or maybe different, the world is still here for us and our home. ‘Bless all imperfections’ is a very nice thought.
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You are right in reading it, Michael! Thanks for the engagement!
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“Bless all the imperfections!” This is so true, Reena. 🙏🏻
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Thank you so much, Colleen!
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Great poem, Reena!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks so much!
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An excellent and unusual poem, as usual, Reena. Your take is always different.
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Glad you liked it.
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The first two lines really made me smile. Diversity and identity are blessings for sure.
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Thank you, Melissa!
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🥰
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This is just epic Reena – love it 🙌
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Thanks so much, Ange! Hadn’t expected that this will touch a chord with so many readers.
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❤️
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A wonderful poem.
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🙏🙏
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another great poem Reena! ❤
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Another encouraging comment from you 😄 Much appreciated.
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