Child of soil
Child of soil
~Miss A
How could I let my self esteem grow,
When I know I have been registered as a child of soil.
Read somewhere a ravishing quote,
That women take after thier mother's but men don't.
But I guess I'm tough too, for I take after neither,
Rather I take after the shadows lurking in the dark.
Might they be sceptical, might they be the host of my jury,
But whatever it is, it will be a mistake by self, not agony.
I'm not scared by heights, neither am I of depth,
But I am getting taken back by the way rage emerges.
I've never seen such emotion in my eyes,
For I am a chaser of dreams, not a taker of hatred.
I heard hate swallows you, doesn't seem like a bluff,
I have always tried to be liberal, but stones do pluck.
Hoping this was all, but sadly hope still lingers,
I'm a practitioner of silence, didn't you see me glimmer.
I taught love, but in a way that only demands tears,
Where I'd rather tie my tongue with a ribbon.
I crave it all, and I would dedicate my all,
But it seems I won't be able to contribute in the inauguration.
Wish you all smiles, that's the wish I always give,
Where are my well wishers, why am I deprived?
But it's okay, I'll remember and yet care,
For pain is known as the best motivation today.
Where I belong I won't questions anymore,
Lying in the soil, pushed or soil, a child of soil I define.
I would try not to recreate the rageful eyes,
Holding back every word, drunk in silence.
./.
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