waiting to exist
a situation averted
by distance ,arrogance
and middle class meddling men
the writings on the wall
but point A don't connect to point B
we got other plans
un-mastered by destructive personalities
so easy to scribe on the tombs of our private temples
excavators misinterpret the signs
take wings to mean flight
take left to mean right
take
but never give
meaning...
lost in translation
we
mirrored
broken
trapped
closed off
sealed up
broken....
won't admit to hurting
more alike than we'd like to admit
full truths never disclosed
may never be
i peer through the fence
attempting to make the pieces make sense
left only with jagged puzzle pieces
round parts for square spaces
wish we are grown as we thought we were
and could trade concepts , ideas and thoughts
like grown-ups do
but we're not.
broken vessels
trading broken distance glares
when we should be trading secrets
we have the answers.
f- the sorry ass middleman.
©2008 tiye nayeli
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