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MY WAY

I see reflections of my life, how I arrived
at this stage of my telling life, the phase I thrive.

Was a curious child with too many questions
that I kept to myself from my keen attention

for inquiries from a child were not welcoming.
Was hard to conform to ways, so disenchanting.

I was a rebel without a cause inside me
for showing off good reputation was not me.

Like going to church every Sunday was for show
for following and applying scriptures were low.

Complain, compare and criticize were always said.
Whatever is true, praiseworthy were not impelled.

Verbal abuse were there too, mean words stabbing you, 
affecting your belief, doubting their love for you.
 
The kind of environment they grew up, passed on
to next generation and could continue on.

I was a problem child for not caring about
others’ opinions of me, I could go without.

Being different was not easy; but being
myself, staying positive gave my life meaning.


7/28/21    An Interesting Couplet Poetry
                Funom Makama

Meter Used:  12 syllables (How Many Syllables)
Used:            RhymeZone

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