Stubborn they call me!
"an opinion" is a privilege i can't have or conceive
because in their eyes what do i know to cast rightful words
and form a thought inside my head
little they knew i house a mind that's wired differently and in knowledge loves to sink
to craft arts, paint walls and sculpture a different dimensional world
a mind that's eager to be seen, converse ideas and absorb various thoughts
i keep but wonder how these people think?
didn't we came to this world in separate souls
to live differently and speak our unique minds?
So why they keep telling me to sit Quite?
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My Liberation Poems
PuisiThis is the kind of poems you all want to read, A story of a little girl, a teenage, a young lady and a woman; Aspiring to be liberated from an inherited mind ; A mind full of stories and patterns that the brain refuses to swallow; ***** This is t...
