Poems from singitNowN4Ever
What differs me from you?
Why does one look down like looking at a dirty shoe?
Disgusted, fussy, and frankly, quite mean.
Is it my face?...
When A human is born it's a one in a trillion billion to one chance that they'll be themselves
When they first learn of talents it's a one...
I sat in the front row so you could see my face,
but I didn't put it there for you to judge--no, not by any means or pace.
You see all I...