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Poem #20: Silvering slowly...

Most of my hair has turned grey,

Although I'm just in the magical third,

Still savoring the youth as it counts down.

I like to keep things either black or white.

I refuse to darken them,

I'm already dark so,

Let them be the contrast.

Wherever I go I feel awkward,

When all the eyes lay upon me, I ruminate to figure out the reason and,

At last I realize that I have no one by my side.

I don't blame the eyes,

I only blame myself to have come out.

Being human is difficult,

Forget about processing emotions and people.

That's what the mosquito said,

As it slipped by when I clapped my hands.

Wonder when is the clap for me is coming,

Would I slip by or get snapped?


- Maddie

Author's Note:

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