I wrote a poem! It is abstract, but hopefully you can get something out of it. It’s called “Blurred Perspective” and it was inspired by the girls I worked with this past month.
desperation fits a seeker
who and why I do not know
the discovered are wounded
young, fresh meat worth at least
10 cows. Their value depreciates
and shy smiles dissolve to fallen
flat desires—left out to dry.
They live in the truest of lies.
her body a pile of dirt and hurt.
The blind can see
only if they believe
the deaf have ears.
But the problem is
no one was blind
and we all can hear.
You were chosen for implantation
it’s not out of the ordinary
or unexpected. four quarters
make a dollar, and you don’t have
twenty-five cents in your name.
it’s my response to not respond
black out and become unaware
of the noise. it abstracts—
it’s my reality of living.
She paints her face
He is better than the rest
and We all hide the garbage.
to smile pretty for the pictures
and find the same treasures.
