Misunderstood Poem by Anita Khelawan

He is misunderstood
He is not a bad guy, he just loves everything good
He is misunderstood
He is just on a quest to know the truth

I have tied his mind and guts in knots
I hope he gets the word play on his dreadlocks
I'm not an obeah woman, there is no plot

Why are you so misunderstood?
He's relying on his African ancestry
With hopes of finding his true identity
His hair embodies his personality
Wild, untamed, unkempt and yet
(I'm supposed to believe) It's for the sake of comfortability

Why create this illusion of beauty?
He is the colors of the sunset
The constellation of the sky
The waves of the ocean
He is an ancient shamanistic potion

He is misunderstood
At a point in time he wanted to join priesthood
Living in a world where things that don't matter Matter
He worked hard for his, he didn't get everything on a silver platter
Living in a world where the real is not real
Why evil is live and lived is devil backwards he cannot reveal.

He is misunderstood
His perspectives are confine
He is a no nonsense guy
But once he's serious about you, he will compromise

He is someone I can't admire
He limits me to two or one picture
His eyes are forever closed
No wonder why I can't communicate with his soul

He says he likes me
And I have limited the possibility
The what ifs and maybe
He is calm and gentle, he sometimes make me angry
Who knows one day to each we will be a frenemy

He is misunderstood
He likes to be alone
Awaiting his Goddess to take the throne

Copyright Anita Khelawan
21/06/21