Perhaps Justitia is only a sculpture now, because you too can't deny that at times, justice is biased.
I wrote this poem as sort of an experiment instead of practicing scales.
dedicated to @iamafollower
A poem about Libra's scales
Part 7 of The Island.
Note: To start from the beginning, go to this link: https://commaful.com/series/xtrole/the-island/
I woke up to the alarm cry banging it into my ears. As I struggled to get up from my comfy abode I cursed myself for putting it in the first place. Checking myself making sure everything was right. I ...
The struggle of dealing with the pressure of being and looking a certain way
Perhaps Justitia is only a sculpture now, because you too can't deny that at times, justice is biased.
I wrote this poem as sort of an experiment instead of practicing scales.
dedicated to @iamafollower
A poem about Libra's scales
Part 7 of The Island.
Note: To start from the beginning, go to this link: https://commaful.com/series/xtrole/the-island/
I woke up to the alarm cry banging it into my ears. As I struggled to get up from my comfy abode I cursed myself for putting it in the first place. Checking myself making sure everything was right. I ...
The struggle of dealing with the pressure of being and looking a certain way