Let's Talk About It. - Page 13

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