Reflections
September 2009
I am YOU - A lament for the differentially preferenced BY PULKIT SHARMA A love-lorn glance, a meaningful touch Condescension and abhorrence, I cannot take it much I was born this way, i chose a different way Then why is it that I am the one with almost nothing to say I am alone at times, I talk to myself too I cry for equality, for my feelings so true Why is it so hard to accept me, make me one of your own Then why those drops of salt, to which now I am much prone You laugh at the eye-liner I put, or the feelings I wish to share, Then for once after introspection, reflect upon the facade you all wear My tight clothes may subject me to mockery, enabling you to play with my mind The Bible says it, but does God ever say to you that it is a sin to love your own kind? I leave you with a tear and a bit too much paint Get an insight into me hear my voice which is now almost faint I am one of you all, just a research never referenced I’m neither gay or straight, I am just differentially preferenced A bird in a cage, you are the feathers to my wings I am the nightingale, you are my voice which sings Leaving you on a solemn note but at the same time so true I descend from the same mother, I am none other but I am YOU
Poem Š Pulkit Sharma Model: Pierre Cotroni-Wagner Wardrobe: Azaad Bazaar (www.azaadbazaar.com)
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