Sha(me)
Shame me
With your beady,
Penetrating
Gaze.
Slice me
With your shaming
Stare.
Your gift is bountiful,
Mine remains
Fruitless.
Lobotomized nuisance
Are we.
Thus we hollowly
Sit
Paint
Knit
Cook
Clean
Serve, your beadiness
With the sweat
Of our unrequited
Dreams.
Perishing an anguished
Death
At the hands
Of our predecessors'
Rights.
We lay flat,
Soundless
Breathing shallowly.
A despairing song
Echoes in the hollowness
Of our minds
Reverberating weakly,
Muffled by the
Shame of your beady gaze.
-GD