A refugee of belonging
A refugee of acceptance
I’m still not sorry for who I am
An enemy of repentance.
Too white for black circles
Shunted by my own
Too black for white circles
Abandoned by those of which I have known
Yet I see no color
My heart is truly blind
A soul, terribly lost at sea
One a cruel world has left behind
Too black?
Too white?
No, too grey.
You don’t care about color either?
Well, touche.
God, this is amazing. I absolutely love it <3 PLEASE don't ever stop writing. You obviously have so much talent!!
I’m really glad you think so, means a lot. Thanks.
This is my mind off poetry!
You painted a colorless picture, with your word’s.
Yet, it shines so brightly.
You’ve got skills with a pen, my friend.
You can be a part of my circle any day.
The only requirement is that you be yourself!
Excellent piece!
*my kind of poetry
(I clearly shouldn’t be commenting at 2:23am.. 😂😂 )
Hahaha, it’s all good. I really appreciate it, man.