Understood - Process Your Anger about the Human Condition

Understood

Nobody liked her,
Or better yet,
Everybody feared her.

She was the one
Who spoke the truth
At inopportune times.

They had no use for
Someone who didn’t live
In perpetual unawareness.

She would move from
Town to town,
Being herself.

In each place,
Nobody knew what to
Make of her.

Along the way,
Some people understood
And welcomed her.


 
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Poetry by Guy Farmer