My Clothes Poem by John Onyeme

My Clothes



Hey! Don't gawk at me like that
I'm not a mad man like you're filthily thinking
It doesn't matter if I clothe my being in fetid rags
Judge me not by my ugly and poor look
But my godliness should worth thy judgement
'Cause even 'them' in king and queen's robe
Can't in any means, possess any form of my righteousness
Them, whose manners are as disgusting as rotten egg
Whose hearts have no difference with the devil's
Who enjoy the sight of their fellow being struggling in pain,
And in the sea of their uncalled misfortune

Judge me not by my ugly and poor look
It doesn't matter if I clothe my being in fetid rags
What matter is how much you'd done to better my state
If it amuses you, then like me enough to redress me
If it irks you, then love me enough to
Get me clothes that will fit my being,
And would please you who truly cares
But if non you would do, love or like
Don't be unwise to laugh at my misfortune
Or stare at me that I wish to die.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Onyeme John 27 June 2013

Thank you so much Payal, am so encouraged.

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Payal Parande 15 June 2013

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. Robert Frost wow.......i am in awe...a master piece indeed bravo sir

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