Don’t engage the storms of
stupidity
You’re not going
To change the minds of the narrow
minded
The small minded
The Dullards
If you chase these storms
You’re going to get wet
Washed in negativity
Drown by the weight of their tiny
minds
Pulling you under like an
undertow
For the storm’s creators
They are always unhappy
They will never understand
Folks that are different
Yes, they are kings in their own
little worlds
But
They can have their kingdom and
all the misery that comes with it
For life is way too short
To not feel the sunrays on your
skin
The wind on your face
And the freedom of being yourself
This poem is from my book : Petals Falling
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