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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

Equal

Standing at the alter..
Kissing happily ever after.
And all she could see..
Was a ritual.
Jumping into the water..
Depths of laughter.
And all she could feel..
Was totter.
Looking at each other..
While she seeks smother.
Dirt that bothers..
But all that’s farther.
Are the questions asked rather.
Her skin is fair..
His skin is darker.
Marking boundaries thats unfair..
What about wanderer.
Wings to slaughter..
But her urge goes for wings that flutter.
A fire ignites..
Fuming smokes touching sky..
Like kites flying by.
But she sees countless fights..
For equal rights.
Where someone is still burning..
All through the night.

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