Poetry || Who Am I

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I am a bad person
For sticking to my standards
I am a bad person
For refusing to conform
For being myself
For being real
For being me
I am a bad person
For smiling and hiding the pain
For speaking the truth
For writing sincerely
All that which I see
That which I feel
Not being a puppet
To the voices that talk
That never stop talking
Comparing
Complaining

I am very bad
For accepting my skin color
And the shape of my body
For walking away
Instead of staying
To feed my ears off their gossip
For being confident
Who does she think she is?
They wonder
Back in the private I ponder
If really I am a bad person
Or I should conform
To please they who think
I am a bad person?
Does that make me any good?
If you think I am a bad person
For being me
Yes I say!
I am a very bad person!
The baddest of them all
Beautiful and different!
Yes I agree!
I am a bad person.

©Ajibike Oyindamola

P.S: Will be posting this series I tag ‘Experience to Remember’ from next week. If you like my writings as much as I love writing, then anticipate lovelies! 💕

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