Dec 2015
Defiantly
I open my umbrella indoors
I soak up the judgmental stares
As if they were praise
For I do not let fear run my life
If hating someone because they are black is ignorant
Then shouldn't it be the same for cats?
If there's no use crying over spilled milk
Then why should we over salt?
Bad things are going to happen
Even if I spend my whole life without a mirror
Or continue throwing salt over my shoulder
Bad things will happen
So instead of blaming them on whatever
I'd rather face them head on
Because one day my mirror will break
My salt will dissolve
And my umbrella will fall apart
But until my last part stops working
I will always be able to get more
I believe in opening my umbrella indoors
So that I can be ready
Ready for the rain outside
And the rain inside
I open my umbrella indoors
I soak up the judgmental stares
As if they were praise
For I do not let fear run my life
If hating someone because they are black is ignorant
Then shouldn't it be the same for cats?
If there's no use crying over spilled milk
Then why should we over salt?
Bad things are going to happen
Even if I spend my whole life without a mirror
Or continue throwing salt over my shoulder
Bad things will happen
So instead of blaming them on whatever
I'd rather face them head on
Because one day my mirror will break
My salt will dissolve
And my umbrella will fall apart
But until my last part stops working
I will always be able to get more
I believe in opening my umbrella indoors
So that I can be ready
Ready for the rain outside
And the rain inside
I wrote this poem about myself when I was a much younger child. I was reminded of my childish antics when I opened my umbrella inside today before going out into the rain. I'm glad I still have that silly little habit with the obscure philosophies behind it, it's one of the few things I still have in common with my younger self, even if the deep concept of it is a little more speculated and delved into by my more developed mind.
