He Sounds The Drums,
Strumming To The Beat Of His Angst…
Amongst The Anxiety
His Reality Raps An Unfamiliar Tune.
He Speaks With All Caps,
But The Wind Rustled The Sand…
If You Try Screaming With A
Muzzle,
Nothing Will Echo,
Even If You Were A Soprano.
He I Stand
Stranded On An Island,
In The Middle Of Society,
Bruised By Abrasive Words…
I Try Looking Ahead,
And Just When I Think , I Found Love,
Little Me Appears And He Reminds Me,
Of The Heartbreaks Legátee…
He Reminds Me Of The Leeway, I Swore To Seek…
I Remember When I Lived,
Impecunious,
With A Sense Of Sensibility…
Opprobrious To The Enemy,
Of My Past And Future,
Fallibly I Dare To Speak…
I Am Dubious Of My Reality
Society Is Like A Foray To My Pride,
But High-Strung I Stand,
Chanting “CAN YOU HEAR ME”!!!
About the Creator
HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)
“ Public Diary, of an Urban LGBTQ Poet
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