topaz africa

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Am I Really - Poem by topaz africa

everywhere i go
people ask me the same thing
are you really
for a while i did'nt understand
but now i know
sometimes i find myself asking
am i reall
for a long time i did'nt want to be
i tried so much to change
i had to accept it
i am different from everybody else
really i am

Comments about Am I Really by topaz africa

  • (11/7/2006 12:14:00 AM)

    Indeed, everyone born under the sun is unique. I feel the world is peculiarly shunning and wishing this uniqueness. Your poem finely captures this experiential slice of life in simple words. (Report)Reply

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  • (10/23/2006 1:42:00 AM)

    He who makes with the same clay but different faces? Yonela is a brave soldier of that same clay! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 20, 2010

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