My Own Pronouncement Poem by Angelica Duardo

Every one of these swords
Is one of my own pronouncement
And I accept now
That I have been deceived by my own devices

I found myself
In the wrong place at the wrong time
I am good
But bad keeps making me pay what I have not done

I need to stop the resistance
Take in the sad circumstances
Let time pass by
Get wiser along the lines

I’ve learned not to fear the worst
And live life without true control
Cheer for the saddened
Cheer for the cheerful

You see these swords marks in my chest?
They were cause by my own pronouncement
You see this smile on my face?
I have decided to wear it proudly

This is my own pronouncement