Not You

Who am I

Who are you 

You are a dictator

A violator

You flip your script 

Your face is day and night

I live in a cript

scared in fright

You hate me yet

You say you love me

Then call me an abombination

Of what used to be a great nation

Yet I still stand here

One of Gods many Creations

You left me

Beaten

Broken

Forgotten

Left to pick up the pieces

In a crissis

Im France and you're ISIS

You threw me away like garbage

But I am lifted

and am riding home in a carriage

I am stronger

A fighter

with a great desire

I will win 

You will fall

Who am I

The real question is

Who are you

Cause I am me

 

and not you

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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Comments

Logan_Myers

This is my first time really writing a poem. I haven't written much

 

AlorLuka

Though its your first time you've written it so well. I can give you that credit i loved it keep on writing and btw I loved the endings so much.

Logan_Myers

Thank you so much