(26/30) Year Twenty-Five: REJOICE

To make it to twenty-five – a milestone indeed,
especially in environments were not many succeed,
except at self-inflicted genocide,
random gunshots becoming so normalized,
King Herod’s curse attempting to wipe us out;

I made it to twenty five.

A quarter of a century down, how many years to go?
With the specter of ostracization, I don’t know.
Hope I can evolve, reproduce, and become aware,
that until I love myself, no one else will care;
I stand in a quiet place to hear myself shout;

I made it to twenty-five.

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