Hey who are you
A beautiful gift or saddening truth
Hey who are you
A lonely night without any light
Or a new day with a beautiful sunrise
Hey who are you
Those silly tears that never stop
Or that beautiful smile
Hey who are you
That pitiful expression in their eyes
Or that applause after one word you pronounce
Hey who are you
The one rejected from their sight
Or the admiration of this hall
Hey who are you
Someone without any goal
Or the desire of changing this world
Hey who are you
Someone that no one wants
Or the entire world of this soul
Hey who are you
A body, a face, so different
Or a beautiful soul unique and authentic in this world
Hey who are you
Someone without any place in this world
Or the hope for a better chance in this world
Look at you!
Who are you?
About the Creator
Assi
A writer who is inspired by nature, love, friendship, justice, and beauty. A girl who loves to read and write poetry and create stories. A daydreamer and a human rights activist.
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I First Saw Him
When I first saw him sitting on the wall, relaxed and looking out over the water, I was sure he wasn't a local. Not including children, there are only about 250 or 300 of us in this area full-time, though that number is ten-fold in the summer, and I know everyone at least by sight or by family resemblance. And yet, the way he sat looked familiar and started my mind sorting and discarding among the families I knew, not quite like this one, not quite like that one.
By Natalie Wilkinson7 days ago in Fiction
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