I am a stunning purple bird
with burning orange wings.
I am the wind beneath my feet
dancing as I sing.
I am the river bed
as it follows the stream.
I am the tree
standing tall, majestic and free
I am the bird as it whistles
stories of new and old.
I am the legend as it sinks
into the tellings of folklore
How more can I describe the soul that belongs
to this human shape in which I reside?
I am what I am
A stunning purple bird
with burning orange wings
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They cannot accept you for who you are
You should not accept yourself for who you are not.
6 comments:
U know?! ur poems tell me everything about u that u dont tell me ur self!! :| Im glad things are looking brighter!;) thou art awesome.
sorry :$ i promise to be more open?
thou art awesome to liz bear :)
hahaha, aw Uzoh...u dont need to be "more" open, ur honest, but u tend to keep the deeper emotions/feelings hidden very well, u do it so well, one would never know they are there, its a gift...one of the great things about ur writing is that its transparent, what u dont tell me, i learn in them. Knowing u have such deep feelings, makes u seem sane! :p
and yes, ur totally stunning and everything good! ;)
So what you are saying is that if I dont write I dont seem sane >.>
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