YOUTH NEVER FOUND

It felt like forever-

-the youth I had out of grasp…

I was never

able to find it, at last.

Like a pup that tries.

And chases a butterfly.

But lil’ butterfly flies…

and so you are never mine.

You seem distant, sweety.

People scream and cry!

I am asking: Why?

But please, show no pity.

In filth we uncover who we are.

We are far

more than just happy faces.

We wear obnoxious braces

to straighten us by force.

Stereotypes are source

of our problem lifes.

I beg you for not throwing knives

and more

into my back.

Lucia Valúchová

Golem

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