Wednesday 8/22/2007 01:02:00 AM

You're wrong. I am different

It's you who is flawed if you can't see.

The threads over the holes in my socks.

Can't hear the hiccup of running feet.

Maybe you're deaf. Maybe you're blind.

It doesn't matter.

I know. You'll never hear. Never see.

Don't want to.

It's not our hunger that's to blame as we starve. but we still hate it.

3 comments:
Veronica said...

Ouch. This actually stung me, to read.
Well done as always.

poet mutiso said...

reading you poems all thse months changed me. Never ask me how.

ap said...

your reactions are my sole intent.



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