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18 de Abril 2009
by request
I asked myself to put this one on the skinny tree when I first wrote it and I didn't want to then but I do now.
01.20.09
On the first day of your unassigned involvement in the appointed disappointment,
No one new, no one knew, how could they?
Every flub, you felt, the rhetoric like an axe against the bark of your wary wooden heart.
Nothing razed, like a post-modern patriot paling, frozen
Against a cold cloud gathering around my brown eyes and muddled skin and you
Think of all it hides. And I, hearing the remix of a once familiar love song cloying:
Holding (back) my hand, flinch, fear clawing: the spring thaw and break up,
Against Hope's brother Love.
Nationality rings boldly over the din of tiny freedoms fore born.
Untie the half-dark, blindfold of injustice, pledge allegiance to both sides of my story:
Never, everafter (at the end of my fairy tale rope) prayed aloud, hand over heart,
Demanding observance, as anger and shame rise against forever like holy days.
Everyday tears, like a seed among rain, drops subversive in the half-light, where hope
Rents a room and I refused its roots, the color of its skin seemed too true.
Give each impulse its own place
On your face: on this day when a brown hand is raised,
Drown me in the tears, the muddled oath overwhelms mine, not yours.
help yourself | By crymytinyflood | 10:38 AM
