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One of my first serious attempts of writing a spoken poem. |
We sit here watching shadow's dance wondering when life will give us a chance. I sat there with so many others some I would have called my brothers; yet no community would see us so And no matter how much we fought they'd never let us go so we sat there in a frozen state hoping that those unseen few would pass us by with their cold, harsh, judgmental eyes. and Yes, that is where I saw him, lurking just behind the light seeing me with his tearful eyes I cannot meet those eyes though cause I know this man, for he is me and what I am He's always there just out of sight Hidden by a fearful mind for to have him seen could not be right But I see him still, on that stage So why does this grown man cry? Those silent, shaking tears Which make me lose myself and all my years and When finally I did awake, I sat there dazed and lost to an uncaring world. Blinded by those who would hold me tight and so I sit here, watching the shadow's dance for I missed up on life's chance and left behind my rhyme and reason so I would not stand out from the others who I still called my brothers And even though they did not see, I knew deep down I could not go for to be away would be to flee and then the world would never see, the hate and crime, and prejudice that still continues to exist! It came from all the hate and rage that continues still to our age and so I stay here with all my brothers together we'll show the others how strong and proud that we can be they'll have no choice but to see and let us go, let us be free. |