Character Flaws, a poem.

Posted byEugene HardyPosted inPersonal Journal, Personal Mysticism, PoetryTags:, , , , ,

When people betray me,
it takes me too long to
forgive.

I don’t mind poverty.

What would I do with wealth
when there is so much suffering.

I’m a Blackman in America,
(and no one will date me.)

I’m Bi,
and no one will date me!

I’m too brave to be an atheist and
Abraham is too old!

Shit, no wonder I can’t get a date,
there are no true freaks in
America.

There is no freedom here.

Published by Eugene Hardy

Learning how to be a better human being through poetry, prose and my journal. Still working on a better life in San Diego, CA..... Truth is, I am just another human among eight billion other folks on planet Earth. I've been told that my poetry is dark. I practice poetry.