I’m Not Him

Im Not Him short poem

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Well you say he used to and it felt
so good well don’t compare me to
him, I’m Not Him…I love you but I
won’t live in his shadow you say
why don’t you do it just every now
and then ‘cuz I won’t sacrifice my
convictions not for anything…if I’ve
told you once I’ve told you a thousand
times no, what part of no don’t you
understand…I’m just not that kind of
man so stop waking me up out of a
dead sleep thinking you can make me
do that nasty thing…I’m not a prude
there’s just some things I won’t do
if you can’t live without it then you
need to go back to him ‘cuz I’m Not Him!

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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Aloke
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A fine poem of convictions, eloquent too.

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