~~~Conflicting~Realities~~~
Everywhere I look , I see it, but. . .
It eludes me with arrogant haste.
I long to be a part of it, to escape
The ignorance around me, but,
I have made my bed. . .
I see culture & class,
Intelligence & ambition
Distinguishing fortunate souls. . .
I hear Jazz & Classical music
& am moved.
I read classics & dream
Of a brighter future. . .
I write poems & hope,
Someone understands me.
I am stifled like a snuffed flame,
But deep inside of me, I still burn.
I can feel it smoldering,
The searing coals of desire.
~~~XXXII~~~
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