excuses, excuses.A Poem by leinahtanthe emergence of this poem was pressured by Inday Abbie. lol! but the idea in this prose poem is inspired by Gestalt Therapy Verbatim, a book to an approach on psychotherapy founded by Fritz Perls.:)is it that hard to admit that what is, is just is? then abuse and misuse what reasons to excuse? but is there an excuse for the sky being blue? or for a love being true? you think you have a clue but leave it alone, can you? you ask why is a rose is a rose is a rose? what cause can cause a cause be a cause? does reason really end? you're mind-f*****g, my friend. no, you don't need to explain! what so if you're insane? there is no one to blame. is there a reason for your name? what i am is just me, you don't ask why i came to be. i am me and so i am free, and i am unafraid to show the world and let'em see that letting it be can make us glee. what's so wrong with genuineness? and with happiness? with youth? and so what if they won't take my truth? i would. always. for there no mistakes, was simply born this way. i might bring you dismay but what more can i say? "a rose is a rose is a rose." how's that for a good prose? so excuse me for asking you this but... just don't ever make me no excuses.
© 2011 leinahtanAuthor's Note
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