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I come from bloody noses and scraped knees.
Bright blue eyes holding onto the promise of tomorrow that will never come. I come from optimism, forever filled with the hope of something better. I come from sugar coated lies Spoken from caved lips of hidden truth. I come from pangs of anxiety, balled fists and damp eyes. I come from the heartbeat in my ear drums that cannot be escaped. I close my eyes, but fire burns brighter in the darkness. I come from misconception. I begin to understand the world for what it is. I come from a new beginning; hopeful of a better start to something new, but forever fearful. I come from power, of a stronger person that has been painfully carved along the way. It is all a matter of perspective. |
A tear was shed upon reading this ..Merci Ego 🌺
ReplyDeleteFor days I did not let them know where I came from.
ReplyDeleteBut I didn't try to fit in either, and that was enough of a clue
for them to see me as an alien in their world
of bloody nose and scraped knees.
I saw their plight, I stayed aside, did not utter a word. But my silence placed me in their eyes as an inscrutable foe,
and I was seen as the mocking-bird.
I came from a land
for two hundred years
subjected to enslavement
to an empire that ruled and derided us.
Our silence, a token of weakness, tolerance a sign of cowardice ,
and our restraint was seen as a judgement passed.
This was how I came and passed
out of your world silently,
moved by the anguish hiding behind
the bloody nose and the scraped knee.
How I longed to talk.!
I pass out of your world, a deep regret, a sorrow within,
a shadow that could not speak.