Too Unique, Or Not To Unique
That is the question
Am I bound to these ideas?
Constant
Relentless
Am I bound by these ways?
Never
I resent this
The Idea that we’re all different, not really true
We’re all similar in a way or two. Yes, me and you.
It’s beautiful thinking we’re unique but,
Not enough to put down others and strut
Ideas and opinions are naught but galore
Someone out there had the same thought before
It doesn’t mean we’re the same so we forget
To innovate and be content with the deck
We’re dealt by the universe so we should try and create
It’s a trek, I know
But the struggle is what makes it worth while
so check
The attitude dictating that we are who we are
And start running towards the future even if bizarre
Because innovation and creation are what makes us who we are
And without them the future would be so bleak and scarred
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Mohammed Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics. I recently created a website (just because) which I will be posting my writing in (among other things). it would be great if you check it out. https://mindpit.co.uk/
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Comments (7)
I love the passion you can impart in such well articulated words! The beauty of being unique but also not shoving it in everyones face! Great work!
Whoaaaa, this was so powerful! This was sort of like a very true and accurate guide to life! I loved this!
I too had to read it twice. Some important messages are conveyed here. Humility without submission of ones honor and morals is always preferred to strutting, as you so aptly coin it. Such depth and the giving of pause to check ourselves, makes this such a wonderful poem.
Loved the idea and tone of this, and you wrote it beautifully💙Anneliese
Loved the title. I had to read it twice but I got it. And the poem was something that makes you think. Well done!!!
I agree with Donna! Wonderful rhythm to this that carried such a thoughtful message. Loved it :)
Loved your title, the flow of this, and the message. ❤️☺️