Thursday, February 14, 2013
I am shore pounded and drained. grating sand against sand, I stand in the way. I am polished and smoothed, re-broken redefined. I am warn with in words new definitions new reasons for my, revoked opinion I am given my rights, inalienably alienated. I am as common as the grains of grit timeless as a momentary wave. I am pushed and pulled within the tide, invited to converse and censored into despair. I am a torrent unstoppable outlasted to the placid apathy of a ripple.
I am tired of redefined words to use in proper racisims, Indian native, first nation, the proper way to define the space between us and them in a way that does not defile me in becoming a them from the socially sensitive and enlightened us.
I am tossed in the sea of another's feelings given no right to a sailors prayer. I am fenced by the ever changing and intangible while the air around me, tangible, is ever threatened.
I am ever aware of myself on display, and yet caught screaming and hear all the less. I am fast found ever at fault. My questions are judgments and my own actions accusations I am cut to the quick and at blame for bleeding Wounds washed and drained into a sea that can hold all my blood without at drop of red color. Swallowed by a blue that speaks none of its thousand sorrow swallowed in the deep.
Posted by SJ at 9:47 AM