I Stand For Who I Am
In this garden I sit in the turf,
And miles away in the sea he surfs.
On top of the world he stands tall,
My confidence at my beck and call.
A sense of inferiority and intimidation beckons,
A need to ignore and get into stride I reckon.
I won't get slain, my aspirations won't foil,
A perfect stain, I will live in the soil.
(ATTADZEH)
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