everywhere i go
people ask me the same thing
are you really
for a while i did'nt understand
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He who makes with the same clay but different faces? Yonela is a brave soldier of that same clay!
Indeed, everyone born under the sun is unique. I feel the world is peculiarly shunning and wishing this uniqueness. Your poem finely captures this experiential slice of life in simple words.