The Person I Hate Is Me
THE PERSON I HATE IS ME
If I were a Star up the sky
I would have no shame but sparkle
If I were a temple stone
I would be made sacred by gods
But my bones are made of wool
And my blood the color of sky
I spin and whistle with the wind
I roar and fall with the sea
I have no faraway to run
And I have no depth to hide
The person I hate is me
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Akanbi Ifeoluwa
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 06/30/2020
Poet's note: It is the result from the feeling of guilt I get whenever seeing things I should change but I couldn't due to fear, incompetence...
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