When I'm good,
Or when
I say a word
Is sinned.
When I'm bad,
When I speak another
Style/Language,
I'm an alien.
When I'm afraid...
Keeps givin' and
Keeps presentin'.
When I'm brave,
A stealin'
A fear
Enters chillin'.
Namin' me...
A yellow belly.
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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Comments (2)
Be brave! Never give into fear! Great work!
I am alien lol some times it feels that way lol 👀🙄😜