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ENEMIES EYES
I could see my reflection
In your eyes
If they weren't so lowered with anger.
I know what I am loved for by people
Who love me.
But what am I hated for by people who hate me?
Or perhaps not hate me,
They merely find something offensive
About my personality.
What about me is it
That grinds against their grain?
Au rebours?
It floods them with rage.
They growl with anger.
Their fists clench.
I wonder and look.
Envy
Pure and simple. The easiest way to make an enemy is to be something they cannot be.
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
I Have Decided
It is my fro. They think I'm coming to get their guns and steal the minds of their kids. They are wise to hate me. I want to rule the world and take all the powwe (or was that a nightmare I had once?) hmmmm. I like this poem. It's my personality and big mouth, I sure :D. ~ A ~