I know I have a sharp tongue
That cuts like a thousand knives
When provoked… and sometimes unprovoked
I know I have not a clue how to talk
So casually and meaninglessly
As those around me do
About nothing meaningful at all
Unlike them
I only say what’s on my mind
Much to the chagrin
Of those that have the displeasure
Of my company
I am neither smooth nor sleek
I’m just me
Doing my best to survive
In a cold and superficial world
About “Doing My Best”:
This poem was inspired by Kevin’s No Theme Thursday prompt for the week. He has so many great images as always. You can check out his prompts for the week here.
I’m sure those of you that know me, that have interacted with me know that I’m not a very chatty person. I don’t know how to be charming or sleek. I’m very much an introvert who prefers to skip the small talk. And I try not to speak unless I have something constructive to add to the conversation. And yes, my social skills were even worse before I started blogging. They’ve actually gotten a lot better thanks to blogging. But still, I will admit they are quite lacking.
And that’s what this poem is about. It reminded me of my days in Canada when I enjoyed taking walks on my own in my winter coat and beanie. Enjoying the beauty of winter and my own company. I always did prefer colder months and colder weather. And it’s one of the things I genuinely miss about living in Canada because obviously there’s no snow in Kenya unless I’m willing to climb a mountain which I am not.
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