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Lament of An Alien

Always thinking of the right words to say It would have been clearer if I said it my way Even a move is a topic for thought Always unsure if they get it or not… Every small gesture is a means to an end Each little truth is a point to defend When something is different they see it as strange It’s more than enough to make you deranged! Always regarding the usual as norm Always preferring when someone conforms Thinking it’s better if they’re all the same Each like the other except for their name.. Ain’t that a shame? ***From the poetry eBook, IN LOVING YOU: A Journey of Love and Self Discovery

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Date: 3/23/2016 12:18:00 PM
this is a great poem Eeva....LINDA
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Date: 1/16/2016 4:20:00 PM
Eeva, enjoyed reading the words you poured on your poem. Have a wonderful day. **SKAT **
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Date: 2/5/2015 9:47:00 AM
Ya sometimes we feel ourselves an alien in the society... an identity crisis...losing the individual self...so many biases..we feel losers...genuine question mark "Ain’t that a shame?" needs a rejoinder. A great poem Eeva (great name too) concept wise. Love>>Your friend rajat
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Date: 1/31/2015 11:09:00 AM
Eeva, I like how fluid the ink flowed from your pen to complete this poem. It's worth pondering upon...indeed, to conform does not necessarily mean it's better...for one can blindly conform not knowing the reason he/she did...while one can conform knowing full well it is the right thing to do. A 7 for me...WELCOME kabayan...KP ;D
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Eeva Lancaster
Date: 1/31/2015 11:18:00 AM
Salamat Kim! :) i'm all for individuality. Nice to see you here.
Date: 1/25/2015 4:00:00 PM
I have been around the world and back, and the one thing I learned is that normal is hard to define. Normal becomes blurred and fuzzy. And that's just here on our little planet. I enjoyed your poem very much
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