Monday, April 22, 2013

"Tender"- A Poem

and while my mother is bickering once again
about the clothes, the fabric, the anything she can find
I think about how everything is bigger and better
no one is ever less
making me feel like those ants I step on 
that I must now be forced to call my friends
the little worlds they pinch in and out of
in silence from the outside
in triumph from the inside 
I see the togetherness the world is lacking
I sit down on the ninety degree sidewalk
with my knees scraping the gritty surface
causing them to bleed
that day my blood was my tears 
and my mother still bickered in the background 
about the people, the morals, the society that's turned to dust

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