how was it possible that they lost themselves?
that they let go of their values, dreams and imaginations.
how could they steep so low and swim down the sewage?
how could they let others put them down and curse them more?
tell me, where they here?
where they present, enlightened, fulfilled or joyful?how could they manage to put up the masks in public?
how could they manage to take each step without falling down with the burdens on their shoulders?
how could they dare swim down the sewage?
tell me again, how can they find themselves?
their inner child, their own being, their innocence.
white as white.
but stripped with black.
like the white tiger.
i guess you're lost with words.
i guess they don't occur to you.
i guess honey doesn't taste sweet to you.
neither does your uniqueness.
you're just white as white,
but stripped with black.
like the white tiger.
black panther
5 comments:
Oh wow. This is beautifully written. I often find myself wondering where or how things get so bad that you almost feel in limbo in your own skin.
Weird hunh?
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yeah, i get it. it's wierd, but sometimes you get to feel that you're still alive, huh?
this is beautiful hun ..you got me trying to answer each question as i went along.
'white as white.
but stripped with black.
like the white tiger.'
My catch phrase for the day
thanx, babe. :)
well written and you have me wondering for answers too. i guess some things the human mind and body is capable of. how and why? who knows.
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