POETRY: MISCELLANEA

Born to blame?

No. Born to make history!

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Bad deeds done on me
Resulted in omitting many things
Through my twisted and tangled brain coils
Not used to listening only
What did I do wrong
Cause it felt like I went off at half-cock
Starting with my name, address, physiognomy
Origin, theories, upbringing
As if everything I was aiming for
Or everything I dreamed of
Became as black as night
In the eyes, mouths, and minds
Of other people
Not aligned with their goals
But what am I supposed to do
If no one matters to me
Only ideas that I create and stick to?
What if they all live up to different values
That the ones cherished by me
Which I had to invent to survive
Amongst monsters
Who deprive me of the most precious gift I have –
Life on my own terms?