Some People

Some people won’t believe in you
Others will not even notice you
And there’s times despite your efforts
You’ll be one of those who overlooks
The sterling aspects of an individual.

You may question why you never saw
Or took the time to greet, or even smile
At these people, so unknowingly gifted
In their intellect and art.

You may ask what they have
I don’t possess –
Surely art is energy
Surrounding each and every one of us!

But, no, there is a divinity
That sparks from timber
Laid and often tromped upon
From years of put-downs and rejection.

We blossom despite
The soil we are planted in;
We blossom despite
The persistence of drought.
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