Whispers
Things got heavy, things got mixed. I wished you are here, as you promised to be next. Things got messy, things got hexed. My sight turns blurry, my faith got sniffed. My sisters said I'm dramatic, I say I'm only a drift. My father treats me like a soldier, when I'm a sunflower bairn. My mother judge like a jurist who was once a lame kid. The people of my town look at me as if I were a freak. The people of my town, said I behave like a clown. —S E William
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