I’m analytical and I’m glib
hence I come off as opinionated.
Something in me invites censure
I don’t know what I do I can’t help how I am.
Maybe it’s defensive I’m trying not to be eaten.
There’s a reason serpents have scales and turtles shells
stingers and claws come in handy too.
I don’t want to wage biological warfare
or demonstrate natural selection like a parlor trick.
I just want to have a conversation.
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This is an accurate description of you.
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Thanks. One sometimes feels the need to try and explain one’s self.
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I can relate…I wish I had a thick skin…particularly when all I want is to have a honest conversation. My partner lashes out at me constantly when I “challenge” him. I like this poem very much.
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Thanks Joey, I often envy the turtle his shell.
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