Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 431 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Odd Ones Out - Poem by Hardik Vaidya

I am black.
I did not choose to be crack.
Some ducklings are ugly.
Why are they so bugging and sucky?
Did we conspire with god, bribe him to make us odd?
Or did she in her fancy, decide we were frogs?
So where is the princess? Where is her kiss?
Or is thIs a tale of your blasphemous hiss.

Poet's Notes about The Poem

Why was I born odd? Not even? Not a prime but a common multiple? Is it my fault? Or you guys are colts? You don't have the rhythm, nor you have the prism.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, February 8, 2013

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