I have silence for a language
And frizzy hair for an identity
I have imperfections to make sure I'm real
I have emotions so I can feel
And though you look at me
as if I'm something to be feared
I feel you pondering me , drawing near
as you realize ,
I belong to everyone
Even you.
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Field Of Darkness
Poetry"And i was in darkness So darkness I became" - Unknown This is the sequel to Field Of Roses. Please keep reading and voting! ♡♡
