Glowing white,

An angel tried to tell me my fate the other day,

Not knowing how I am the darkness

Which towers over the night.

When the angel discovered this about me,

It retreated to the heavens.

To which I said, so be it:

I needed no light

To see the night as

My only destiny. And

Glowing in my darkness,

I smiled at the bright side of my face,

My laughter cackled through the sky then,

And I cursed the angel for failing to see

What it tried to make of me.

The darkness of my character, its truth and worth

Is as much as any ray of light in heaven.


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Born and raised in the Los. Los Cuentos. J.T.

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