Poem: The Whispers to Behold – 04/12/19

 
Sometimes I feel as though I’m unfairly judged,
 and though there are positives within me to behold,
 there may be negatives which make me seem like I am
 strange,
 weird,
 too eccentric,
 but truth be told:
 this is who I am, 
 I proudly do not fit into any plastic mould. 
  
 I do not adhere to specific rules and such,
 I make certain to express myself,
 not holding back and following convention,
 there is too much to know and feel in life
 than to be anything other than your radical self.
  
 I shan’t allow overs to bruise me,
 to gloss over my work, my expressions,
 because if they do not appreciate who I was, 
 who I am,
 who I have become, 
  
 I will simply dance away, 
 gaily prance off. 
  
 I could allow their whispers, 
 their disapproval, 
 to sink into my soul,
 to hurt my current moments
 and future tomorrows
 but I prefer to discard those feelings:
 I’d rather be strong, italic, and bold. 
 
© 2019 Lauren M. Hancock 
also known as Alice Well. All rights reserved.  

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