What did I do?
What did I say?
Am I that ugly?
Am I too gray?
Is it that obvious
The people I hate?
It is only for those
Who force me to wait
But here is my poem
A psalm you won’t sing
Only God’s animals
Care what I bring
To this earth all alone
A stranger I have been
Although I keep trying
I fail all over again
Where can I hide
My daughter protected?
From all that is Evil?
From Ones so infected?
I’d purge all possessions
I’d fast every day
If only I could find
The True and Right Way
Out of this mess
Out of this skin
Out of this World
They have made me live in
But for the flowers
The squirrels having fun
My beautiful Sky
The trees praising Sun
I’d be in despair
Every minute – every breath
Will somebody tell me
Is my Life really Death?
Ciera S. Louise c. 09/01/05