Most look at me and wonder who I am
They couldn’t find me when I spoke
They analyzed but couldn’t define me
My mind is divined heavily entwined with Gandhi's
Or Dr. King not flashy I don’t wear jewel or rings
Far from fables not rich or sign to a label
When I read my poetry it’s hard to consume
I leave most nostrils hard to breathe through
I’m not weak me and destiny always meet
Not on feet but on sacred land
Where they analyze the cards in my hand
Many have witness my uniqueness
Nonbelievers already speechless
Believers can’t even speak yet
Because I’m not done and the poem not set
Set in birth I have yet to breathe life in this poem
This pen and pad I call home I just creatively roam
I have more awesome feats but…
Technique speaks…rather unique
Leland Wright
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rather-unique/
