Barefoot Poet’s Journal

Day one

I am not who you think I am.

I don’t fit in the slot you have assigned me.

I am not politically correct and never will be.

I think outside the box.

I color  outside the lines.

I have been in the Belly of the Beast,

and despite all your rantings and ravings,

I don’t recall ever having seen you there.  (C)Mary Ann Wells