Madrigal Posted October 7, 2009 Report Share Posted October 7, 2009 It confuses me at times Why people are ashamed. They’re ashamed of their eye color, Of the depth of brown. Perhaps it reveals too much pain, An ache that blue would blur. They’re ashamed of their parents, Or perhaps their heritage. They change their names, From Owusu to Terrence. They’re ashamed of wrinkles, Of the wisdom they’ve earned. But that makeup covers also The scar and tear’s trickle. And I realize I, too, am ashamed of myself. I’m ashamed time has passed And left such scars. But I wait for the winds to wear them away, As I sit on the ledge of the abyss edge. Quote Link to comment
DesDownunder Posted October 7, 2009 Report Share Posted October 7, 2009 Madrigal, I like this a lot. I like the way the introspection shares ideas beyond the self, with such objective images. You give us much to consider. Quote Link to comment
Madrigal Posted October 11, 2009 Author Report Share Posted October 11, 2009 Thanks, Des :). Maddy (: Quote Link to comment
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