"My" people

"My" People

 

quest for belongingness

getting blind under the shield of

sunglasses

 

i really became blind

i did everything

i did whatever

 

imitation of a

sentence

 

imitation of

movements

 

imitation of a

warped corner of the mouth

 

to belong

to belong i

imitated

 

words

movements

warped corners of dem mouths

 

for this purpose i

observed people

being themselves

 

for this purpose i

observed people painting

identities on walls

 

by the time

i became a mirror

 

i became a reflection

i became silent

 

didn't tell 'em wat i be

didnt't tell 'em about my creation

 

i became silent

 

slick

like mobsters

on islands of self-assurance

 

 

dictating

rules

 

during this stage i

talked to masks in order to

learn what's behind

dem and dat

 

i talked to masks in order to

find the location of their

wordcaves

 

sometimes they reacted:

 

arrogantly or

empathic

 

ain't none in between cause

they condemned and appreciated

quest

 

they sensed my reasons

figuring out something

 

they dealt with in

various ways

 

tolerance

acceptance

rejection

 

this quest

quest for belongingness

 

feel me?

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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