I Am What I Am and You Are What You Are
I realize I'm the same,
but a little
different...
My cry
it is uneven, it is not
of sadness,
it's primal ... crying
the heritage of the world ...
If we live with
defects, correct
the precepts for
the ideal future ...
Who's afraid of
ugly face, do not
you look in the mirror ...
Most of all is impressive in me,
but together,
missing piece ...
For me ugly
it's the dark,
pretty is the
space....
Courage has
the sword that hurts,
yes, but in noble
combat ... coward
the razor
that cuts without reason
and without art ....
I'm fine
nylon zero, I'm
softer , i do not apply
the intelligence
as a weapon, nor
strength as a shield ...
I'm a friendly as
warm blanket
comforting without
shiver ... I'm chocolate
hot that heats up
your bed in the cold ...
Who wants to live
deceived to seek
owl honey, seek
the smell of cheese ...
who wants to walk
backwards, then imitates
crab...
I only speak well of women
because it is a noble figure,
I say that woman
is pretty does not need
painting ...
Everything in her is
splendid... mouth
sans drawn, no
lacks lipstick ...
And I walk slowly
always loving
the women...
My heart today
decompensated,
fear fatness
and wrinkle ,,, yesterday
it ran as the wind,
today i'm done
turtle...!
Copyright © Alkas Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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