Too loud.
Too sad.
Too mad.
Am I too other for you?
Society too.
Will you have me?
The filth of the earth,
The grime in your shoe.
Am I too other for you?
Daddy, why you too?
Will you love me?
My tongue much too long,
My hands much too dark,
My clothes much too bright,
For your love.
Your love for the 9-5's,
The zombie eyes,
Drowning cries,
While I decompose for your perfection.
Am I at fault or you?
Mummy!
Is this the great big world?
Daddy!
Maybe I won't shut up?
Society!
You'll shut up!
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Hi. Thanks for reading. As always, please like or share or comment or all of those!
Anyway, I experienced difficulties writing a poem for last week, cause everything I wrote felt wrong. Then I whipped this up, and I do think it needs some more work, but it feels right, so yay!
The year is almost over, and I hope it has treated you well, or well enough. If not, the past is the past even though it rarely feels so.
And there's good news! I'm going to start a proper novel soon and....... I'll be turning it in for the Wattys. If you'd like to be a beta reader for the story, please message me. Thank you very much. 💙
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