Poems from Ben Seaberg
If you try to mold me
I will stand my own
I’m a one man army
I possess a brain that ponders alone
I have no urge to be in a clique
I can...
People belittle others
With hurtful words
And damaging actions
When they don’t look inwards.
Skin deep
Is how we think
Of those we see...
How would you feel
Not being whole
Being called “freak”
Because you don’t possess feet.
There are many in this position
With the tables...