My Opinion


Opinions like onions
The word on the street
Expressions of impressions
Sometimes don’t come so cheap
Openly flaunted
Or tongue in cheek
A message in disguise
Mailed, blogged or in a tweet
A picture posted
With no form of retreat
Rise and defend
Or just accept defeat

Opinions like onions
A message some might despise
But judgment comes swift
At an unfamiliar price
For uneducated guesses
Of sugar coated lies
From a prophet to a people
Not so wise
From souls that are seated
With maggots and flies
Where gnashing of teeth
Crack bone chilling cries

Opinions like onions
Not reasonably fried
Opinions like onions
Bring tears to one’s eyes
Opinions like onions
Burn with a poetic freedom
That never really dies

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Russell Marlon Anderson

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I am Russell Anderson Born in Pietermaritzburg Kwa Zulu Natal in 1971. I have traveled throughout South Africa and have settled in Vereeniging in the Vaal. I am a Husband and a father to Eight (Ya 8 crazy minions), I have been drawing and doing art work since the womb and for the past five years I have been writing motivational / spiritual poetry and I go by TTTD - The Thought That Did. I have a message for the world, just looking for the platform.
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