Wink
I visited a few places in my life
never one like this have I known before
everyone wanted to give me a hug
a few wanted a kiss
I told them, I did not approve of this
none of them would hear of it
" what kind of craziness is this?"
I thought to myself
I rather be somewhere else
the place I've been
I had no friends
I knocked on doors
no one let me in
everywhere I went
I was turned away
so, even though, I don't like this place
I think I'm going to stay
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Wize, I don't know what you meant to convey, but I know what this made me feel...my own blackness. You can get so used to folks treating you wrong, your hackles rise when you get treated right for a change. Digz this piece!
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Being treated kindly can feel foreign when it's not commonplace, such sadness in that but it's true. We tend to shy away from the unfamiliar, but kindness we can warm up to once we trust it. Thought provoking, well written expression. Congratulations on your win in May's poetry contest.
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This feels like it could be either side of the coin and up to the reader's imagination or personal experience where it lands. I used my imagination and it was an interesting ride. Nice piece! Congratulations on your win!!
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