A mind of a different face

Challenged by vocal articulation
Few wise to the spirit of the implicit
Awkward young tong never speaks

Wandering from the issue at hand
Traveling to a land of familiarity
Dreaming of dominate homogeneity

A preacher squelched by singularity
Shocking word of revelation
Confused in their silence
I spoke
Yet I am not heard

Why am I here
What has led me to think
I belong

In question of being
Life is a struggle
Discomfort has become synonymous
With such words
As depression and death

Question
Which pops into mind
Is white paper
I should print my work on yellow paper
Or brown
It is power

As time comes to an end
What have I learned
Only exposed to a feeling
Following me

In all my confusion I have
Tendencies to put myself down
Hating part of me
Wanting to be one and not the other
But knowing one is
No better .