Am I so hideous?
Is it me you find repulsive,
or my appearance?
Are you content to judge me
not by the content
of my character rather?
My bleeding heart,
my poetic soul,
my ecumenical intellect;
are you callous
to my already wounded ego
as to not open your eyes
to the possibility
of me?
Am I that disgusting?!
These are questions I have,
that I wrestle with,
that I have to posit
now
as I move forward in life--
questions,
that I submit to you,
daring you to answer
truthfully,
if you even have
the courage to do so.
© 2012 Joseph Powell
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