Walking past the waters of my flaws.
I see a shadow of myself.
Trying to be what it is not.
Rumblings of discontent in my head.
Causing the birds of the sky scamper for safety.
Tears dripping like milk from mama's breast.
I cried for help in distress.
I do not mean for any of these to happen.
But why do I have to live by Uncle Society's rules?
Why can't he live by my rules?

© Pelumi