Orlando Belo Poems
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Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover
Don't judge me by the way I look
and the way I have my hair.
Don't judge me by my dirty shoes
and the way my jeans have tears.
Don't think because I have tattoos
that I'm not very nice to know.
Don't think because I swear a lot
that I have no feelings to show.
My appearance is a shield of defence
to hide my feelings deep inside.
My sensitivity is my weakness
so my appearance tells a lie.
I Walk The Road
I no longer walk on the joints of the side-walk slabs,
the mere thought of it drives me insane.
I'd rather walk a tight-rope over Niagara Falls,
or free fall from an aeroplane.
It is extremely difficult for me to talk about this,
but there is something about a joint or crack.
I know very well that it's a psychological thing,
but it doesn't help me knowing that.