What makes me different

Sat, 05/31/2014 - 15:27 -- Naayema



I hear you giggling, but I am uninvited

You cant imagine, how I feel whited out

Your eyes cuss me in disgust, bruised in unpleasantness, igniting my plight, like black kite feeding on my dialect and intellect.

Murmuring and back biting has always been your weapon, but that rather made me sterner and strong

So now whats your theme song. I may be different but not unshaken thus dont get mistaken, rather place your fork aside your bacon and come to your senses, because my fences are higher than your offenses.

I  am who I am, because of  what you've made me.



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