The outcast of love

Prienderen Moodley By Prienderen Moodley, 10th Dec 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
Posted in Wikinut>Writing>Poetry

Dedicated mainly to individuals who are different. Society these days often confuses different to mean weird which leads certain people to shy away from these individuals in the belief that they are creepy. It is only because society does not understand these individuals that they attach this type of stigma. Meant to get society to think about its attitude towards people that may be different but are also very much normal and can function in society just like the average human being

The danger of being me

My gate stares at me with prejudiced eyes,
I am on display even behind this powerful disguise.
On the other side of my yard lies a whole new world,
That silent walk is worse than being hurled.
The cancerous exercise has affected my tender feet,
It becomes a mission to buy the lightest wheat.

I may have a dark beanstalk on my face and chin,
My credit balance makes my spending thin.
Unlike others I think not about clubs and party spots,
It's challenging enough for me to fit into malls and parking lots.
A source of excitement is the ants embracing,
To see the caterpillar shed its casing.

My pants are untidy and tattered but never fails to do its job,
Please shield me from this unforgiving mob.
I do not seem to fit any of the personalities that are on file,
Nobody can solve the mystery of my character and style.
However, this heart of mine bears no grudge,
Just like the courts, their hearts are entitled to a judge.

My mind and heart are different but my blood is still thick and red,
The body just needs love and its daily bread.
I may even be judged my own genes,
The mind cringes at thought of carnivorous television screens.
I keep reminding myself that I'm safe within these big walls,
Outside it's like facing demons inside tiny halls.

When I get home I get a degree of relief,
So I have to keep my visits rare and brief.
The curtains serve as unwilling shields,
Who knows what life behind them truly yields?
I feel like a pack of cards without its aces,
Its use is to fill barren spaces.

After all I've said, I dare not complain,
I've experienced life without a blood stain.
I have decorated my house with love,
That's why I can deal with this violent exterior shove.
I no longer live in fear,
Internal love will put me into gear.

Here are links to some of my other pages:-

Living in your heart
Wise sayings to challenge the intellectuals
Advice that lights up your heart
Walking down the isle

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author avatar Jack Woodlock
11th Dec 2012 (#)

Great poem man

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