Being Human

Some people just don't understand

ME

For who I am...

For who I want to be...

To them I'm just an

INCONSIDERATE

HUMAN BEING

And I just don't understand why...

But oh! maybe I do...

Maybe I do...

I FROWN A LOT

they said...

I WHINE A LOT

they said...

I CRY A LOT

they said...

but they just don't 

understand,

that's who I am.

That's part of being

human...

But truly that's 

what they

don't understand

 

 

 

*Image by these authors:

Photograph by Alexander Khokhlov
Body Painting by Valeriya Kutsan
Retouching by Veronica Ershova

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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