No one wants to get to know me these days
They rather judge me by my cover
Who wants kids with eyes like mine?
Through them,
You see all the trauma I hold between them
So when I sneeze through my flaring nostrils
That are wider than
The distance between me and Prince Charming
They don’t even care to say “Bless You”
Because God doesn’t like ugly
So they just assume God won’t care to
And my prayers and my voice, must sound like a sigh
They think pessimism flows through me
Like a brown river with malaria
So of course they won’t see the light bulb
That’s above my head
They think I don’t get any bright ideas
Since my skin is darker than most
And it’s matte black rather than porcelain gloss
Maybe through poetry
I can turn these blue words into green notes
So when I show people my garden
Such as my roots
And the dandelions that hold my hopes and my dreams
Plus the rose petals I pluck and play like a parlay
Praying she loves me rather than not
They’ll only care about my money tree
That just started blooming, even though
I’ve always had an affinity for nature
But, they never cared to know that back then
Matter fact, they think I came from the wild
That I eat berries, bananas, lettuce and lemons
Not because I choose to be plant-based
Or because I didn’t have to live in the Amazon,
To care about deforestation
Or that I care about the eggs that never got to be chicken
No, they think I’m vegan
Because I must come from a species of herbivores
Because there’s no way someone like me…
Could ever choose to have a heart, right?
They acknowledge I have bones
So they never throw sticks and stones
But the insults they tattoo on my skin
Are never to be seen again
Cause no one ever looks at me twice
What’s love at first sight for a guy like me?
I’m not easy on the eye, and that’s hard to stomach
They think I punch walls for a living
And at night I roll over on a rock bed
And when I wake up at 1:32 AM
They think I crave warm oil over cold water
But I love a good blanket like a baby does
Reading romantacies and watching comedic compilations
I’m a hard-nosed vet when it comes to the soft life
Delicate like a paperback book, read between my lines
But the only fine lines they notice are right by my eyes
So they think I have crows feet
Because a guy like me would never get a pedicure… right?
They leave a guy like me laying in the dirt
Until I’m laying 6 feet under it
A hole I dug myself and jumped off a chair to get into
Apparently the rope I tied didn’t keep me from falling
And on the day of my wake,
When they finally see me as sleeping beauty
They’ll read their eulogies like better poets than I ever was
Yet they’ll conveniently forget to mention,
All the things they said to me
And talk about all the things they never cared to know
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Check out these 2 awesome poems by other poets:
[HYMN OF YEARNING PEACE](https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/15tfndp/hymn_of_yearning_peace/jwm90tu/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=ioscss&utm_content=1&utm_term=1&context=3)