Quirks
I used to bury them,
keep them well hidden,
those quirks
that made me... me.
And maybe I’m kookie,
a little bit strange
but I’m damned if I’ll try
to those things rearrange.
If you can’t accept me
for who I am,
then I can’t accept you either.
Submitted: April 18, 2021
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Powerful poem, Hull
Sun, April 18th, 2021 7:56pm
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This is very true. Thanks for giving it a read.
Wed, April 21st, 2021 7:53amFacebook Comments
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88 fingers
We all have quirks. That's what makes us interesting to other people. Revel in them.
Sun, April 18th, 2021 5:56pmAuthor
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Yep, thanks, 88!
Sun, April 18th, 2021 11:14am