For you....
I may be sinful
I may be a weakling
I may be easy
I may not be what you want me to be.
Yet....
This is me.
My oddness,
My queerness......
That's what makes me special.
The madder I get,
The crazier I become,
The more I make you perplexed....
It stamps me identity.
I may never be
"that girl"
Still....
Amidst all your declares
I yell...
This is me!
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Collection 1
PoetryWhenever I feel down or spirits risen up, I voice my joys, my longings, my hopes into words that craft a true man's penmanship *Top 20 winner of the Poetry Contest
