a lesser beingA Poem by being mefrustration poured outCaught in the uncertainities of life, Oh God! Why do I despair? Hope is not for lesser beings like me; never was, nor will ever be. Born devoid of masculinity, Is that the curse I've to endure? Or my mere presence as a living soul on earth, an omen of death to all of true concern? Hapless, desolate, I trudge forth through the uncertainities of life. It isn't my form that makes me weak, instead being caught in the snares of doubts and customs of those of my same form and shape. I struggle on and on, weakened by the tide of societal observances, strengthened by the will to change things for oneself. Time flies, things change, yet where do I stand? In the same old place, caught in the uncertainities of life, hapless and desolate... © 2013 being meReviews
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Added on January 19, 2013Last Updated on January 19, 2013 Authorbeing meThrissur, velappaya, IndiaAboutwell...i'd just like to say am being me...and i started writing as if in a response to the fact that i've to write my way to my own freedom... Googleskins.net - Google Skins more..Writing
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