You tell me everything
And then you tell me, no that's not what I meant.
I juggled the words around,
Hoped for new meaning.
Everyday had new questions,
And I answered for you, in my own words.
*
Thursday. Amma is refused a promotion.
She is doing what she is passionate about now, they say.
Any need?
Not much increment anyway, so...
*
They are passionate about what they say,
They have beautiful words,
Perfectly woven fabric
Visible on walls... banners... in their loudness...
To create a wall
between them
And the people they hate.
But with no peace.
And then you tell me, no that's not what I meant.
I juggled the words around,
Hoped for new meaning.
Everyday had new questions,
And I answered for you, in my own words.
*
Thursday. Amma is refused a promotion.
She is doing what she is passionate about now, they say.
Any need?
Not much increment anyway, so...
*
They are passionate about what they say,
They have beautiful words,
Perfectly woven fabric
Visible on walls... banners... in their loudness...
To create a wall
between them
And the people they hate.
But with no peace.
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