They whisper in hushed tones,I understand not their rules for
their ways I have no clue,
I am mute but no fool
I am hooked in one loop.
I'm hurt, no one says sorry
but I'm worried yet mama says be humble son,let your words be subtle
and do not grumble rather, remember; everyone fumbles.
I wonder why I don't quit
I mean,what is my sin..
My father is no king ?
My mother is no queen?
It is what it is but
this is not my wish.
I watch with interest,
I speak not my intents,
My heart is content even when
treated with contempt, though I sometimes seek revenge, I'm reminded that;
I'm not one of them, so unless I wish to be dead,I can't connect
it's a concept that's hard to accept"that you are either family or an out cast."
Kezy
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YOU ARE READING
The Heart Speaks.
RandomIt is said,"out of the abundance of the heart, the mouth speaks"so it is for still yet, only out of the abundance of ones thoughts (imaginations) Can one write. This is a poem book consisting mainly of poems which in summary say a lot about life.
