Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Burning

Burning with disdain
For every refrain.

I would put a tune
To my every sand dune.

The world's a crazy place.
For someone of my race.

Wouldn't know what to do.
I am all around you.

Would I go replace
A face for your face

And then would you be sad
At my action mad.

I am gaining ground
Within my own self

This is not a game
Not a part of shame

Why is that I burn
Isn't it now your turn?

1 comment:

  1. Maybe it's the other one's turn,
    to write a poem like you, and express the burns. :)

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