Crossing the lines of humanity
to maintain my own dignity
was it fair and just?
Is that what they deserved?
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Your talent is as Ernest Hemingway said, 'as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings.' Your aunt, Rafia.
I like the way you use half-rhymes here (humanity / dignity / tragedies / mystery / miseries, and so on) . This is much better than trying to force full rhymes that don't mean anything, as so many writers do. And it is very positive of you not to feel too sorry for yourself.