Black and white,
Bitter and sweet.
Emperors and kings,
Yet so obsolete
Oxymoron
All over the earth
Confuses the difference
Of anger and mirth.
Outside does not matter,
But what is inside counts.
We cannot judge a soul
By external amounts.
And so people see
A “child of hell”.
She is certainly not,
Simply a darker angel.
Diseases and sickness
Can fly through the air.
But rumors go faster,
And without a care.
They see a bright devil
That hides the heart well,
But I? – I see a beautiful dark angel!
Adam-
ReplyDeleteYou have such a wonderful ability to see things as they really are and to know what really matters! What a gift to be able to express that through your poetry!
Thank you for sharing it through this blog. I will be a regular visitor.
Kris Terry
p.s. give your mom and dad a hug for me!!
Will do Kris! Thanks for reading
ReplyDeleteI wrote this poem in response to what I was seeing around me- imperfect people judging other imperfect people. I am guilty of doing it too, and yet I learned that imperfect people are incredibly beautiful inside.
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