i am not a poet. i thought that this was pretty okay, but then again as i said i am not a poet. i wrote it about a crack head lady. so please keep that in mind.plus, it has no title. *this is sooooooooooo old....1994 maybe* Why do you think of me as weird or different? How can I be? I am the same as you, just life has shaped me to be me! I have the same raging spirit as you, Only mine is weakened by the pain of my experiences. I have the same zest for life as you, Only mine has been trampled on because of my suffering. I have the same loveing heart as you, Only mine is influenced by the rejection I have felt. I have the same need for acceptance as you, Only mine is greater because you think of me as weird or different. How can I be? I am YOU, just MY version of you!
well, I like the theme of it. I think its something that most people miss about life and how experiences mold you
thanks gary, you are sweet. i do feel most people miss it and they look at others for a reason to dislike them....look for a reason that they are not like themselves... anyway, i am rambling, shower time and off to work i go.....
These words, this poem, has such a clear persepective of equality. A seeing of the other as the same in essence, yet unique in the ways of self-expression and cultural environment. Sorrow and suffering balance spirit and strength. You have so much love for others.
