we think we know everything

Creative people
They are very sensitive lot
Slight critics turning them tears
They want appreciation
They can't stand criticism

They try hard on their crafts
Stitching them into magical objects
Spending hours to perfect it
Then critics take it apart

Then they have personal tastes
Grouping together sharing relationships
Asians may want to hide it
Afraid on the splash backs

Once I had a tailor friend
Saved enough gone to UK
He took up a hair styling course
Graduated become a gay
When he came back he totally change
He wasn't the guy I knew running a tailor shop
Back in the days of KL city

I said to him what got into him?
He never contacted me ever since
He got wounded in his pride
A man he can't be; a woman he isn't born into it

Be nice to these group of people
They are wonderful and helpful lot
They are also good cooks.........
Want to criticise give them praises
Then slowly tell them the bad

Creative people
The personal tastes talk amongst the straight
Has God slept on His job?
Leaving the angels stirring the pot?
What can we say?
They are us let them enjoy their tastes
They are part of our diversity
We think we know everything