To be quiet
Is not my choice
I am just trying -
To be responsible
I was born rude
Taunts and ridicules
Run through my veins -
It is just my DNA
Sometimes it is out of control
No matter how hard I try
Mostly subconsciously done
There is nothing I can do
I was talkative when I was small
I never minded being rude
Even though it was unintentional
Always thought it was normal
Now grown -being responsible
Realising it is inevitable
I am always rude when I talk
I have to be quiet for goodness sake.
- Author: Robert Isaacs Chiwala (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 21st, 2023 00:57
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 5
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments1
dear Poet
do you know, what that 'A'
in our DNA, stands for...?
that's right, built-in
right into our inherited
survival traits
is our natural, component
of acid, intent
that silence, as our acidic
tool
we have it in us, to utilise
our self contained, choice
to fight
wordlessly...!
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