Who Am I
Who am I? I am not fully in touch with myself, no I do not know why. I have lost a piece of me along the trails & dragged with the trials. Ugh, which way is the right way.
Who am I? My soul cried out last night, didn't it? Yet my face showed no exact expression of that. Who would know what is afflicted upon me, if I choose not to speak out about it. But why? Why should one speak, if the others never really listen to comprehend. But to shortly listen only to reply & repeat. Not to listen and express genuine compassion. Do you really care?
Who am I? "I" not You. Why do I have to be like you? Do not compare your apples to my apples; especially just to utter that yours are greener. We were all created individually, and separately seasoned. Why does it matter to you, of the wierd quirky way that I tie my shoes. Hello, we are different. Diversity exists purposely for a reason.
07/30/16
Copyright © Latoya Ri | Year Posted 2015
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