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 night as

My only destiny. And

Glowing in my darkness,

I smiled at the bright side of my face,

My laughter cackling through the sky.

I cursed the angel then, for

What it tried to make of me.

The darkness of my character, its truth and its worth

Glows as much as any benevolent light above from heaven.


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

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