I've lived amongst your people
Observed and studied them
From the waking sun
To the slumbering moon
I've listened to the shepherds
Preach to the sheep
About the wolves in the forest
Who attack while they sleep.With sheer horror,
Commanded respect
And deadly humour
They sat in groups of six
As they spewed,
And spread lies,
About their brothers and sistersSweet and sour
Cutting through the corpses
Of the screaming nuns
Banned
Tarnished
And viewed with disgust
For their skin
Glows with different shades
And they desire
That which is utterly
Forbidden.
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YOU ARE READING
To The Introverts
PoetryAt the unforgiving eyes of the world, I lay here with a pen in hand, To write about the secrets I keep, The untold stories of an introvert.