by Daniel Nkado
I am strange
I don’t do like you do
Eat, drink, sing or sleep
like you
like you
I am different
I am me
I am poor
I don’t have the things you
have
have
Not been to places you’ve
been to
been to
Or sat and dined with people
of your class
of your class
Yet, I live
I am weak
I don’t feel the power you
command
command
I don’t have the servants you
have
have
Or tame maids at my beck and
call
call
Yet, like the painted lady, I
soar
soar
I am a mess
I don’t dress the way you do
Or have my hair as tidy as
yours
yours
Or my shoes or socks as
high-grade
high-grade
Still, I feel glorious
I am dull
I don’t know the things you
know
know
Many times I feel lost and
cry
cry
I wander and search
But I am hopeful
I am me
Pure and untainted I come
Prime and novel I remain
I am me
And I hope you are you.
But you didn't mention how beautiful and colourful and free you are.
Lisa dear
But I did mention the painted lady na…it pretty much sums up beauty, color and freedom.
Daniel painted lady kwa
Bobrisky things?
Lovely poem Dan. It spoke to me
Painted lady is a kind of butterfly.