I Am Born In September Poem by Bartholomew Arkoh Boamah Sarbah

I am born in September;
With love radiating
As the rays of the modern sun,
Yet soft as the beautiful velvet,
Born with tolerance
And nurtured with charm

The betrayals and the punches
You rain on me
Bring deep pain and sorrow,
But I may never hit back;
Because the feelings of anger
Are quelled back within

I am born in September
Judging without sentiments
The million opinions struggling for the candid hearing
Of a perfectionist;
The shade of an over-thinker

Happiest in love,
Realistic and honest,
I appreciate the little things
But I am not a magician
For reading your real intentions;
But only minds ahead always

Because I am born in September.