I am never a wordsmith
Or a number wizard
I am not anyone
I am not even no one at all.
I am merely ___
Only a ____ and a ____
I am easy to miss,
easy to forget
easy to lose
easy to regret
easy to use.
I know nothing.
No.
I know not nothing,
but merely a ____
What is the sky?
What are stars?
What is grass?
I smile.
I laugh.
I cry.
But I don't know
they are such.
I only know what I see
I only do what they do
I know nothing,
but ignorance is no excuse.
Sometimes, the
sobs mean joy
The laughter, sadness
The silence, anger
and the screams calmness.
I am a contradiction of society's ideals.
The nightmare of women,
loathed by children,
unknown to my could-have-been children
Loved for a night by men, boys and
people starved alike.
But only for a night.
Or the nights with them.
On warm beds.
Under warm blankets
Wrapped in warm hugs
Smothered with kisses
But only for a night.
Only for nights
Only during nights
Lies were the love
And hatred was the
truth
But I still walk proudly
by day on
the streets of my
place
Ignoring
their watchful
eyes
Ignoring
the crying
skies
Ignoring
their loud
voices
Ignoring
God's
choices
I am my own woman
by day
But I am
everyone's
at night
Is this life
Is this death
Which is which...
If this is death,
I'd rather live.
And if this is life,
please let me die.
This can't go on
This has to stop...
But I don't know
when to stop
And if I
stop,
do I entirely
stop
or do I
start again?
