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Building Walls, a poem

wall

 

You assumed

I was not strong enough

You assumed

I laid bare my heart-

And found unworthy,

I’d slink my way

Into the shadows

Unseen

Unknown

Unheard of.

Yet the traces

Of my existence

That you found so

Bereft of meaning

Barely scraped the surface.

You knew not my tears,

Nor their circumstance

You could not bare

The pangs within my heart

The longing reach for meaning

The painful truths of uncertain beginnings

Nor the iron will to make a difference

No matter if anyone cared.

I will not relinquish my right to exist.

You continue to sneer the truths

Of your unfortunate stance

Shout names into the streets

Tear apart, with your own assumptions,

The very decency of the fabric of my heart

And though I should be angry,

I shall let all the rage fall within your lap

Refuse to give home to your aversion

And allow the labels to fall by the wayside

Unseen

Unknown

And unnoticed.

For I know,

No matter which eye you see me with,

It shall always be tainted

By your own disgust.

You underestimate

The breaths

Which give birth to kindness

The hand, held out,

Believing another worthy

The power

Of different stories

Interwoven into a new narrative

And the difference

We could make,

Were we only working together

Instead of building walls.

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: assumption

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With Friends Like These, a poem

friends

 

 

 

She did not

Believe

Their thin excuses

The well-meant

Courtesies

Of “Hello darling!

My, how we’ve missed you!”

Yet never

Was it an

Opportune time

To be cordial afterward.

The words were flung

In the silence

Of passing moments

When etiquette requires

Something be spoken

But obviously

Never meant.

After all these years,

She wonders,

Truly,

Do they expect me

To believe

their simple words

and drown out

the maddening noise

of their conduct?

 

© Sumyanna 2018

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: thin