I am a human, human I have been!
With obvious imperfections since my birth.
I don't deny all that your eyes have seen!
You may have seen me cry like skies in pain,
Or laugh like mad. But do not judge my peart
I am a human, human I have been!
You say I have all things, all things broken
Around my presence, that I'm stained in dirt.
I don't deny all that your eyes have seen,
For I'm already imperfect since birth.
But do know this, I'm bad and good between;
And we are but the same upon this Earth.
Yes! I'm a human, human I have been!
I don't deny all that your eyes have seen!
YOU ARE READING
Special Sonnets
PoetryThe sonnets written here is under structural revision and might change anytime. This type of poetry is a combination of the refraining quality of a villanelle and the 14-line structure of a sonnet.
