Stones Are Stones And People Are People Poem by Minister Peacefulpoet

Some people think they don't feel
But deep inside
There is a wink
A soft voice heard only by certain ears
When your skin is torn
There are tears
Some people think they're tough
Believe they're really rough
But they're none of these things
They like all of us are made of flesh and stuff
When the stone drops and really crashes at the top
You can hear their voice as it sings
And a scream rings
Why don't we see ourselves like we really are
Look at others and see that we are not so far
Why do we make believe
Clothes that are torn without sleeves
Nobody really believes
But make believe and stuff

By: Minister Peacefulpoet (word witch) 2/27/23