I wish
To be understood.
Like the bees understand flowers,
How leaves understand seasons.
change fills the air.
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Touch my heart's depth.
Pluck it’s strings.
It’s tune is unfamiliar
To the weak.
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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.
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Author:
julia<3 (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
I didn’t get it. Each new line seems unattached to others constantly breaking the continuity of the read. The second stanza has substance that interests. Things lines WERE linked. I’m guessing there is unhappiness w some limited or pigeonholed thoughts and approaches and perhaps just one example to shed that light could tie all together and the reader could rally w the cause?
I respect your thoughts on my poem. When writing this poem I had a lot of unorganized thoughts piled up in my brain. The point was that the reader wouldn’t fully understand this poem, unless he or she had previously felt the feelings/ emotions I the writer has felt. My “limited thoughts” were too abstract to describe. As a poet, I use this platform to express my feelings. Even if that means my readers will not understand me.
That’s legit. What you said opened things up. Like a stream of consciousness thing.
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