Don’t be surprised that I don’t treat you the way you treat me,
Don’t you see?
Only birds of a feather stick together.
Don’t be faint hearted that I didn’t trample you when you fell,
Can’t you tell?
My feet are meant for leaping over my enemies,
Scaling walls and boundaries.
**This poem is part of Rev Amorelle Lewinson’s poetry Devotional Book – “Tattoo Me”
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Written by Amorelle Lewinson. Copyright 2015. All Rights Reserved.