Being Me

Being Me long poem

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Does the society know my stand?
I am not with a price tag to be
sold to a man.
I work everyday
till the sky is red, till the earth turns black
and the sound is dead.
Why me?
My rhyme and my smile
My talk and my travel of miles
My music , my walk , my sleep
and everything that is self- taught.
Worry and sorrow both play
Under my bed every day.
My virginity does not come with a price
Although ,I am criticized
For my success, for my joy
For my muse – oh why?
Do I deserve this world, with a price tag?
The hand that combed my hair
Was not given this rare design.
ME, being a poet is all I dream,
but
The lion’s prey was me,
My life that flowed like a stream,
Mama! Won’t you help
You are a Woman like me,
But
You are trapped as the Lion’s prey
but
I had it my way.

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Just a person who has her own will power to be happy , because my happiness comes from the deepest secrets of my heart. Just being me.
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