Disgrace Poem by Hana Ali

Disgrace



They look me in the eye and,
tell me that I am a disgrace,
disgrace to this town and to them
but it doesn't feel that way

It feels like the good kind
of disgrace so you ought know
that disgrace doesn't come
easily, but to you it does

Disgrace that makes you cry
when I do you wrong, disgrace
that the whole city looks at me
when I wake outside,

Yet it doesn't make me disgraced
about myself, So I keep to
promise that disgrace is all
you ought get.

Know that disgrace makes me
happy to see the look on
your face and the rest of the
town, so know you get
disgrace is my happiness
it's all I have ever know
and it's not going to change now

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