Am I Bad, Or My Plans Do Poem by Falana Zion

O life,
Why is the world painting me black?
Are my plans bad,
Or I am

I act on my plans,
The world says I am bad
I stick to my words
They are all say
I am a wicked gong

Am I bad or my plans do?
But I know like the birds tied to the sky
So I am to the ground
Like the blood flowing through my heart
So are my plans

You only see me as I am
Within me dwells a quality benign
I only dwell amid a sea of men,
But different are my plans

I'm not bad
My plans only bridge a gap
I'm not cruel
No, the man declares
My plans only speak the difference