I wish
To be understood.
Like the bees understand flowers,
How leaves understand seasons.
change fills the air.
Touch my heart\'s depth.
Pluck it’s strings.
It’s tune is unfamiliar
To the weak.
I hate the unfamiliarity.
I am familiar with the unfamiliar.
Keep my proprium
Far away from
Your words.
I hate your ethnocentricity.
Not of your skin, but of your mind.
You don’t know the color of one’s brain.
Only of their veins.
We all bleed the same color.