So I Am
They may whisper and jeer behind my back,
Coz they stand no chance abutting my way
They may even write long letters and hip upon rack
I’m sure you might have been convinced in a way
But aren’t you strong enough to ask me?
They pay attention to the red rosy
And totally forget that it too can prick
What they all imagine is getting cosy
But not every rose is sweet to lick
Why not ask me for a snippet?
I’m not out to sound rude
Coz my lessons aren’t free
Am still pristine and my core crude
As I’ve never had random blows and free
Climbers up my tree
So why so hurt?
I`ll hate when told to slow down
Just to snail as they do
Am told my hurry is like fawn
Destined for the fall, being the lion`s pawn
Why worry at my speed, if my peril to them be relief?
Tell them to look a little bit closer
Coz I promise not to be stopped
They should have a clear view of anticipated loser
And to clap louder when I’m roped
Not with failure, but with gallant rupture
Of the destined future
And so what?
Stop keeping records
Unless they exhaust inkwells writing me asunder
Unless they burn midnight oil with knives
Sharpened to slice into an imaginary plunder
Unless in my face sigh and lay bare their hives
Of bittersweet schemes they’re keeping under
So I am, So I am.
So I am, So I am.
Copyright © Real Heman | Year Posted 2023
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