Here is a poem I wrote a few months ago. I finsihed it and it just was left unnoticed for a while. I was never sure on whether I should post it but I decided that I will, so here it is. I hope you like it..
I am from a land
a land filled with beauty but no one to take care of it
I am from a land
misunderstood, dull and blind
I am from a land
of outgoing, loud people
I am from a land
of the rich and the poor
I am from a villa in the south
a place to call home
Parents who work, parents who love
a brother behind a wall, soundproof
I am from broken bikes and swinging swings
from London, from Paris, from flights, from trains
I am a traveller
intrigued by the world
I am from a condo in the east
8 pools for my enjoyment
Friends to laugh with, enemies to fight with
gossip, rumours, laughter and tears
I am from a worn out school
unit tests and assessments
I am from awkward silences
from teachers that yell, from teachers that scare
I am from a shut mouth
afraid to speak up, say how I feel
I am from the empty seat in the back
someone to fill up the seat
I am from big dreams, a big heart
but scared to pursue, scared to love
I am the interior designer, the writer, the federal agent
dreams of mine, yet to be fulfilled
I am from the strokes by my brush
the canvas, the water, the colour
I am from an art class in the corner
the girl splattered with paint
I am from a posh life by the Reservoir
a small house, a small space
I am from a stocked wardrobe
filled with clothes but nothing to wear
My life is being forged
manufactured behind doors I cannot reach
There’s time lost, there’s time left ahead
its my turn to show the world
the magic behind my personality
I am from a life in the making.
Lovely...BE who you are...Love you as you are ....
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