Sometimes the way I walk and a way I talk     
 Is noticed,

 My words out loud are not always poetry spoken.

 A look upon my face is perhaps seen as an angry  

 To be safe is not always a smile shown, a distance 

 Trust a little, just enough so that I am not fooled 
 Or taken,

 Misunderstood I know I am, a judgement without 

 Misunderstood as an appearance does not tell of who 
 I am,

 An impression to be observed, not always a story known.

             Keith Garrett

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