To the Naysayers
To The Naysayers
I am not your saint;
Nor am I the bad seed.
An angel I ain't;
I have my own creed.
You won't guess my thoughts;
Or predict what I do.
You don't get to call the shots;
I seek no guru.
I answer to few;
And none will dictate.
I have nothing to prove;
Futile is your need to negate.
Critique me as you see best;
Scrutinize to find some fault.
I laugh at the conquest.
And take you with a grain of salt.
Enigma am I;
No excuses I make.
If you can not mystify;
Then do not partake.
~ Darlene Doll Smith
Copyright © Darlene Smith | Year Posted 2016
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