POETIC HISTORY

PERSONALITY.

 I cannot find the perfect world

I cannot find the perfect words

To unmask the inner person that lives

and breathes in my inner core

The more the therapy, the more the pain.

The more the slander, the more the segregation

The more the sorrow, hurt and torture

I accept my imperfections

even though it beats me black and blue.

It's who I am , let me speak,

spread my wings up high, I am tired of running

I cannot hide anymore

Bring me to the light, I am tired of the darkness

I too, just want to shine

It's who I am, let me be free.

You say, " it's an illness, it can be cured

all you need is some prayer, counseling and religion,"

You talk about religion but you forget the message of God,

"One man, one people."

So where do we stand, where is the love?

I look at the world, we have come so far,

the politicians with their politics don't make it any easier,

all the lies, hypocrisy and bloodshed, coverups for the truth.

All is fair in love and war, but am tired of all this secrecy

It's who I am, where is the peace?

                                                                                               Tuhane K.😂