With permission from the Author
Misunderstood
I was mocked, and called names,
The people I thought were friends,
Behind my back they laughed,
Derisive, hateful remarks thrown my way,
I keep my silence and pray,
Knowing what's in my heart anyway.
I don't mind being misunderstood,
My battles I fought,
The few, who knew-
They watched in silence,
Respected my views.
I am not one to march
To the beat of others' drums,
I dance to the rhythm
That plays in my heart,
My Soul revels to the music
That only lovers understand.
I am misunderstood,
I stand with my veracity-
Naked, free and bold,
Unbeholden to any religion,
Except for the Universe's truth,
Unafraid, I am my own man,
But with a heart filled with gratitude.
~Estelle~
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