Of mice and men
Am a woman
born and raised.....in dilapidated housing
shaky and decrepit.
Of beauties and beasts
am different
uniquely shaped by the potters hand
this land I walk is foreign to my feet
though why I shouldn't stand
and hold the torch of my opinion up
I don't know.
Of love and hate
am told love conquers the worst
hate may be strong
but it drives one behind
till you are caged in bitterness
and your soul starts to rot.
So of mice and men
once upon a time I chose to be a girl
metamorphosed into a woman
rose from the ashes of my past
to speak.......undaunted.
you don't have to
listen
or hear
for me
to
speak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem shared on definitely. Nice composition.