Not everyone will like or love,
Who you are, or what you are,
You weren't meant for everyone,
Not everyone was meant for you,
Change not an inch of your body,
For the standing motive of attracting,
Not even of your behavior and spirit,
Betray not the person you're, to fit in,
For somewhere on the Earth's surface,
Someone wants exactly who you are,
And, would die for what you have,
Find them, or let them find you,
If that's onerous, find patience,
To ultimately wait for them,
For there no greater loss,
Than placing your soul,
Your spirit and heart,
On the wrong hands.
"Betray Not Thy Self"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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