Saturday, May 28, 2016

The look of darkness

But she just wants to see
to hear,
to touch,
to go,
to feel what they feel
freely
without being looked down upon
by them
by herself
with disparaging eyes.

"You'll scare them and they'll run away",
they said
she said
but does it really matter?

"What does it mean to be happy?"
she asked,
torn apart between two choices:
"me
or
them".

She's tired of being blind,
deaf,
not because she was born that way
but because that's how they made her.

It would be much more simpler
if they would shut up
if she covers her ears
because at the end
they wouldn't matter,
not so much,
not really,
not as much as they wanted to be.

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