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Does what’s already been said,
Need to be said again?
Perhaps. Maybe, if,
In a new way,
Or, maybe, if,
From a new person;
For, it’s not just
What is said, that matters,
But who says it, and,
Who they say it to,
And, Lord knows,
Just because it’s
In a book,
Doesn’t mean
It will be read,
Certainly not by everyone.
Trying to do
Something
That hasn’t been done before.
Something, perhaps,
That cannot be done.
Or, if it can,
Perhaps it shouldn’t be done.
Unique. Personal.
Subjective. Abstract.
Creative. Mystical.
Is it true?
Does it make a statement?
Or is it just nonsense?
Time will tell.
Do I know more now,
Then I did, back then?
What I know now,
Is how little I know.
When I was young,
I thought I knew everything.
I thought there wasn’t much
Left to learn.
How little I knew!
Much less than now,
And yet, the more I know,
The more I realize,
There is so much out there
That I know nothing about!
I have forgotten a lot
Of what I used to know.
But I am wiser, now,
Because now I know
That how much one knows
Doesn’t really matter.
But wisdom is precious,
And comes at a price.
I do not think so much
Of myself anymore.
I am humbled,
And I have suffered
Quite a bit.
Suffering has a way
Of showing a person
What is and who are
Really important.
Family and friends
Shouldn’t be taken for granted.
Love, above all,
Is to be cherished.
When I see your face
I think of those
Whom I grew up around,
Messing with me
Whenever possible,
Invading my privacy,
Taking away my freedom.
But my freedom
Was intact.
It was my race
That took away
Their freedom.
They didn’t have
A fancy free childhood
Like me.
They weren’t given
Whatever they wanted,
And weren’t free
To go wherever
And with whomever
They wanted, like me.
Their parents couldn’t afford
To buy them a computer.
They didn’t have
Highly educated parents
To help them
With their homework.
They had to worry
If they’d have breakfast
Each day,
And dinner was nonexistent.
No, my freedom
Was not taken.
They were just reminding me
That they were there,
And they deserved
Freedom too.
And when they saw me,
They saw privilege,
Someone who couldn’t imagine
What it is like
To really struggle to get by;
Someone who didn’t appreciate
How much freedom they had.
Indeed.
Walking, trying, bleeding.
Striving, crying, pleading.
Is there a way
Out of this mess?
Can you feel
My vocal caress?
Wondering why
We never learn.
Easy as pie
To make a turn.
Can we put
Our heads together?
Feel the burn
Of the whipping leather.
Know the fear
Of a trapped body and soul.
Find a way out
Of this evil role.
Someday soon
We will realize
Why we are
So despised.
A mystery of sorts,
But not without a clue.
We must find a way
To make things new.