Saturday, June 30, 2012

Letter to a Younger Me

The black shadows in the night sky;
They’re blurs ‘cause I’m indoors to write.
I could lie down, forget, and sigh,
But I have to maintain ethics
Because I have this work for weeks.

Yes, life has changed for the better.
If they’ve been you, they’d be nicer.
This culture respects the richer.
Behold, all your friends are honest;
I can’t go around like the rest.

Thick walls that hide me from their eyes.
Dreams on which a story relies.
Mangoes, spices, and endless rice.
You’d love this, if you hadn’t died.

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