While Patiently Waiting Patient
While patiently waiting Patient
I wonder, who am I and,
where should I be?
Do I look to the stars,
or search my dysfunctional soul to see.
In a world where the weak,
The strong with armor on,
rule the world.
Misguided girls, wearing weaves and
clothes to see,
no longer ponytails and curls.
Our sons idealize true manhood. but
the teachers who teach are so
misguided, and misunderstood.
Again I await patiently patient.
Lost in a world feeling the duration.
I desire happiness and true growth, to be free,
no longer wondering who I am,
or where I should be.
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