~Unorthodox~

Look
at
me.

I stand
before you.

The one who has a habit
of letting a soft smile creep into my lips
every time my mind is stilled
by pictures of my imagination.

I am the one
playing with the yellow plastic horns
of my red bag
that looks like a giraffe,
in a long line
of black bags casually slung on shoulders.

I am the sunny voice
whose laughter
ringing out across the room
catching everyone else's attention,
yet deep inside
my sorrows are being cried
and not heard.

I am the one
wishing of traveling
the rich grasslands of Sahara
with my giraffe bag...
while others are dreaming
of touring the lighted cities
twinkling in the night,
with black bags slung on their shoulders.

 

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