Very Embitter

Fitting in isn't like me at all
Faking hand gestures 
School girl laughs
Fragranced by the imortality of high school dreams
Sometimes life handed me a wilted flower
Made me nurse it back to health with impossibility
I just watched it die
Like, have you ever seen a plane you knew was gonna crash
But you still stood and witnessed the tragedy
It's not as if we could save the passengers
Yet we could have radioed for help
Puzzled like jig-saw,
A missing piece of contemptness
Solidarity, of the heart but where is it?
Snatched out held in the open,
Thumping like a drum
Ceremonial initiating womanhood
But that would be in a tribe
Like I said before, fitting in isn't like me
That would force my personality to conform
To that of a crowd, or that of a lie
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Kendrick Avatar
March 4, 2011 at 7:10 AM
Difference in people is natural for we all don't have the same personalities or upbringing...Thank God when and if I thought about murder, it was only a fleeting thought and God helped me overcome the temptation to commit murder which would have only hurt all involved...I hope that the individuality of your personhood is one that is rich in good ...Sara
Boyd Avatar
March 4, 2011 at 6:28 AM
I had to read it slow because of its complexity but it wasn't so complex that it hurt the head to read it. Very thought provoaking thank you sincerly Bobb
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