People always asked me WHERE I come from
People always asked me WHERE my parents are
People always asked me WHERE my house is
People always asked me WHERE my HOME is!
When I spoke true words
people always smiled at me
they do not believe their ears
they do not believe their eyes
When I spoke according to THEIR ears
When I spoke according to THEIR eyes
they gazed at me
they stared at me,
BUT no smile come over THEIR lips!
they become friends with me
they like me because I am honest
they love me because they believe THEIR ears
they are mad at me 'cause they believe
THEIR eyes AND THEIR own LIES!
Photography by Sylvia Frances Chan: "my HOME-land"
© Sylvia Frances Chan
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Published on my own Website in 2007
Now Republished on PoemHunter.Com
AD Saturday the 5th of February 2018
@ 15.03 hrs P.M. West-European Time.
A beautifully crafted and well executed write. It speaks of the depths of human character. Sometimes people only believe what they want to hear and what they want to see. They like you because they see themselves in you..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thought provoking poem so uniquely presented. A great piece.10