Clashing With You Poem by kwane Lamb

Clashing with ones inner self
Is an everyday battle
Helps one not to rattle

Or roam around like cattle.
You are your own person?
You want to be your own person?

So you clash within...over and again
As not to fully sin?
So what then?

Feelings like a turning fan...
The hurt emotions no one can stand.
Pulled by every arm...

None wish you harm...
But yet you are alarmed.
Let it be...people say...

Who are you anyway?
You can take care of self...
Or do you really need someone else?


It is woman who took that look around...
To see what she could see was sound.
Kind, wonderful, and beautiful as well...

For her not to clash would cause much hell...
We as people know that colliding sells
Keeping the jaws from a swell...


Before and after you yell.
Clashing for fun is no good...
Clashing is an art...

It appeases the owner...
It soothe the mind...
And makes one sexy and hungry for play...
Have you clash with you lately?