So what do you do now? Explain.
What if you don’t like my answer?
What if I don’t make you proud?
So why do you bother?
With something ought not to be found.
I know and I’m sorry
For all the lies and folly.
I know that I’m forty.
But my head is still foggy
My eyes cannot see like yours do
I feel sixteen and full of ballyhoo
Scared I was different so I tried some voodoo
But it didn’t work, just ended up not like any of you
I was an eagle among chicken
Not an insult, just something to liken
I was stirred inside and sometimes I was sickened
It was a voice that only I could harken
I know you have it too, if only you just listened
We get tied up in routine
Like a chef and his cuisine
There’s so much here that we have not seen
But we are stuck in routine like we’ve been pinned
You look for truth like a needle in a haystack
But it has been before you like newspapers on a rack
I don’t know why we are all so stuck
Yet we can swim out of the lies we’ve been dunked
By Asiimire Patricia
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Loud Whisper
Poetry'Loud Whisper' is a collection of poems about situations in society that are visible but not audible to all of us.
