I’m not a guitar

i’m not a guitar 

don’t play me 

i’m not a remote 

don’t control me 

i’m not a punch bag

don’t take it out on me

i’m not a goat

don’t put me on the altar 

i’m not a gadget 

don’t switch me off 

i’m not a ventriloquist’s doll 

don’t speak for me 

i’m not a blackboard 

don’t wipe me off 

i’m not a problem 

don’t fix me 

not anything 

just me 

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About cho wan yau

Teacher by day poet/writer by night. Words have been my first love and will be my last. As a child I locked myself into the toilet devouring books which transported me to distant lands. Poetry shared penned from 2009-2010 in a titanic struggle to stay sane at Heartbreak Hotel. Please check it out on chowanyau@wordpress.com. Any comments or feedback welcome. Why not share your story with me, because we all have one, don't we?

Posted on December 11, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Nice… 🙂

  2. This is a really powerful poem. I really like it.

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