I am what I am
With my goodness,
With my badness
Accept me as I am
I can’t keep on changing,
Every 2 steps that I walk
Surely not for the people
Backless with no spine
No skin no shin,
Full of mire & grime
Slimy bodies
Soot filled hearts
They say to me all rot
Tell me things that I am not
Don’t they understand?
To them I don’t belong
I don’t explode at their outburst
Their condition is worse than the worst
I hush it all, beneath my feet
Simply frowning in retreat
The only mould that can cast me into form
Is the mould of love
Love with no bounds
Love as mad as the hounds
The mould is cast
Forging me into form
Now I am tensile & ductile
The mould of love giving me a form
Let the mould
Cast its spell
The spell & its charm
Making me transform
Love me the way I am
Love me for what I am
Sunday, April 26, 2009
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