you are not
you are not safe
you are not
in the suburbs
you are not
wearing pants
your face is not safe
from the ridicule
you are not
safe
from the pain
your parents are not
safe
they worked hard
so you could die
in an empty lot
you are not
you are not
you are not safe
you are not
in the suburbs
you are not
wearing pants
your face is not safe
from the ridicule
you are not
safe
from the pain
your parents are not
safe
they worked hard
so you could die
in an empty lot
you are not
And now I feel insecure and unsafe. Thanks alot.
It’s my pleasure, Rami.
So very true…
Thanks Maniparna! By the way, I hope you liked the first issue of Whirlwind Magazine. Your poems fit in beautifully.
Absolutely liked it. It was a nice read. Not only me, my friends also liked the magazine :-) Best wishes with the coming issues… :-)
This is dangerous. I liked it. That’s my subjective reaction. The poem is excellent. That’s the aesthetic–the suffering is real. Alexander Marshall pembroke5@aol.com
What I should have said–I like the poem as a poem; the reality behind it, and the thoughts expressed, are frightening to me. That would be a more considered judgement. I’m often pulled off base when I encounter poems of yours that surprise me. I often comment spontaneously without thinking things through. Alexander Marshall pembroke5@aol.com
I got you Alex, thanks for the feedback, always look forward to it.