Wanda Daugherty Poet Prose Poetry

The Poet

The Poet

I am what I am.
I can make no pretense,
Of being anything else.
You must accept or shun me, as I am.

I am what I am.
Neither wise nor simple,
Neither clean or dirty,
I am only myself.

I mean no harm to anyone.
Though I often cause tears.
I seek to gain wisdom,
By gazing at the stars.

I could be nothing else; 
If I tried.
Because my character seeps through;
The thickest mask.

I sing no song;
But my own.
You can criticize if you wish,
I am only myself.

I am what I am.
Look at me,
My soul is ever bared before you;
I am a Poet.

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P.S. Awtry February 21, 2019 at 12:56 PM “my character seeps through the thickest mask”. Yes, Wanda you are a poet!