Not Normal Poem by Celeste Whaley
Not Normal
I've lost all control of my thoughts
People think im crazy
My family doesnt accept me
And I hate me
In what way can I be liked?
None, for I am the one that speaks what I think
A projectile person of past events
The one that gets stared at, and pointed at as they laugh
They will not accept me
For I am the one they call 'different'
The confidant black woman
Who is also a child
Being different is a good opportunity to shine :) for, there was once a black man as president in the USA! There is always hope, and even if your not accepted by others, you have to accept yourself... Titi
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4/26/2024 6:55:53 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I can relate Celeste, except for the black woman part. Good poem.