Sunday, January 4, 2015

My Own Song

Maybe I’m an error
a polluted sea
A broken mirror
or an arbitrary thing
Am I your reflection?
You see contempt in me
Something that you’ll question
just to prove to me
That I’m one foot out the door into the wrong
That I’m down a road toward Old Babylon
Saying I’m still singing Satan’s song
I’ll play along, I’ll play along

Maybe I’m off center
I can’t stand up straight
Wouldn’t life be fairer
if I remained in a pure state?
Am I your reflection?
You don’t like seeing me
You hold an accusation
just to prove to me
That I’m one foot out the door into the wrong
That I’m down a road toward Old Babylon
Saying I’m still singing Satan’s song
I’ll play along, I’ll play along

I’m a mismatch puzzle
or a broken door
A crooked picture
and a metaphor
I’m off kilter and silently bewitched
Unraveling from everything you stitched
Like a tapestry refusing to remain
What you made it
You can’t hang it

Maybe I have errors
My threads are colorful
All of my accusers
Aren’t very thoughtful
Am I your reflection?
No? Yet you won’t see
Beyond your accusation
Of what I’m still to be
I am not one foot out a door leading to wrong
Nor on any road named “Old Babylon”
The only song I sing is my own song
All I’ve wanted is to be me all along

By: Elizabeth Azpurua

1/4/15

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