Poems from kimberlayya
Everyone is created perfect
No one is created with mistakes
I consider myself beautiful
But I am not the standard
I am larger than most...
My mask never comes off
It sticks, as if it had been glued
So why can't I show the true me?
I would if I knew how
They tell me I look...
With every half note
And measure of rest
Comes a short piece
Played at its best
Whether its a solo
Or ensemble of a kind
Playing as one...