Inside-Out — Poem

When I was 3, I always wore my shirts inside out

People thought I was crazy, but I think I was on to something

Maybe I meant all that’s within is where looks should begin

Ya know, it’s like that friend, who wears their heart on their sleeve

Believe it or not that’s not something we can see

We all have these pre-conceieved notions of how every persons gonna be

But, what about that friend and their sleeve, that huge guy that wouldn’t hurt a flee, the friends face that’s stuck looking mean or the homeless man with multiple degrees

Do we have to sneeze to send each other blessings? I know, It’s easy with sports games and crafts, but when judging at persons character its harder to calculate the math

Because he can put up a front with a mask, and she can hide a heartache behind her career path

But, it makes sense. Because we only get close when we start to ask:

“Yo, what’s your favorite color? What excites you? What do you love?”

And we’re there with open arms when they need a hug

See, there’s no makeup for the heart. There’s no snapback for the soul

No matter the age true affection never gets old

Life is a letter, so let each of us write in bold not simply wait for the P.S.

Yes, If we keep fighting maybe we can we get to a place, where a man looks at a women’s face, instead of her waist

I thought it waste of time for me to write rhymes and read books

But now I took advantage of an opportunity to promote unity throughout my community

So, let each of us awaken our power and devour any negative thoughts like it was sweet and sour chicken

Every moments ripe for the picking, we just have to plant the seeds

The only thing that grows without work are weeds

When I was 3, I always wore my shirts inside out

People thought I was crazy, but I think I was on to something.

~Speak Light

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