Why do I always stutter?
Why can't I defend myself?
I wish, I was that pretty man,
That I saw on TV.
He didn't stutter. Nor fluster.
People has no choice
But to believe him.
Because he said so.
Girls and gays swoon over him.
They drool, can't even make a phrase.
But here I am.
Alone and disowned.
Who am I to complain?
No one loves a boy,
In dirty, stinky clothes.
Ahh, fuck it!
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The World And Human Complexities: A Poem Collection
PuisiThe world and humans are both complex, which is what makes us special and amazing. Together, let's appreciate each other and embrace our uniqueness.
