Poetry
ON MY OWN FEET
By Lalaine Jane T. Gualter
Photography By Pinterest
Whispers and gossips ,starts to penetrate the walls I made
Bells are ringing, I don’t want to let them in,
I glance once at the window, how will I put this?
Why do they hate the things I love?
So many doors slammed me out, but why can’t I?
I can dance on fire, and jiggle with the waves of life
Why can’t I, if I can voice out the worst and pull out the iniquity
Why can’t I, if I am an intrepid to defy uncertainties
These walls are not limitations, rather , these are the foundations
The foundations that gives me vigor, and cast out my adeptness
Yes! You can call me names, when I brush and crashed, into your dirty little closets
But always remember that I will prevail among all of you
I will own the crown, and conquer the platform
No need to bow down, just accept me for I am not spurious
I got the name on me, the diligence and not the positions and title
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