I'll die claiming all men
Powerful, brave, and driven.
Never was I one of them.
They haven't asked me.
Myself is all I know
Who sometimes can't be
A man to the world
Breathing, moving free.
But I'm no different as him
From all the colors of men.
Scattered throughout,
Painting for greatness.
I'm no stranger still.
YOU ARE READING
My Microfeelings
PoetryI want to speak the unspeakable. Many narrators are known for criticizing what their senses had perceived, and I am no different. This poetry collection is a narrative of suppressed emotions delivered in contemporary. Indulge yourself with evidence...
