You labeled me weak
When I shed tears as I speak
People insisted I won't
get an award
They don't know I have a
royal flash of card
My life was belittled
Pointing it's not as hard
as I think it is
That it wasn't full of thorns
I was misunderstood
So I take off my shoes and nod
Telling them to fit it
and walk at my road
They flip their hair, use it
and start to walk
But their jaw drop
I can't even draw
it using a chalk
You called me coward,
weak, loser and such
when you can't even lift my
shoes and that's the catch
YOU ARE READING
Constellation
PoetryHere lies the speck of words orbiting in my own galaxy that was once lost but finally found its own constellation.
