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Emily Teale Poem
No one crowds the empty streets wandering aimlessly from window to window
looking at nothing in particular.
No one is unaware that something is missing.
No one feels nothing but doesn’t know what that means because
no one feels anything anymore and Nothing can’t be compared to something if that something doesn’t exist in no one’s world.
No one listens to music without lyrics or beat or melody and doesn’t notice
that it really isn’t music at all.
No one talks to anyone because there’s no point in talking when there are no questions to ask and no answers to ponder, so no one’s music is truly the sound of silence.
No one masters the art of Nothing and doing Nothing and feeling Nothing and being Nothing.
No one looks at a grey canvas amidst all the other grey paintings and perfectly square grey sculptures and believes that it reflects all that art has to offer because nothing else is
on display in No one’s world.
No one reads the poem over and over because it’s really just a hodgepodge of nothings that mean nothing in the grand scheme of Everything.
Copyright © Emily Teale | Year Posted 2016
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Emily Teale Poem
who are you to say that I’m unacceptable
who are you, who are you
to say that i am one of the untouchable variety
forced to endure solitude
while you
sit on your pedestal of empty words
void of meaning.
even so, you look down
as if i should be the one with a frown on my face
who are you, who are you
to say that i cannot be myself
that i should not feel safe in my own home
who are you, who are you
masked creature that sings sweetly of equality and love and peace and kindness
when those beneath you learn that to live is to suffer
who are you
to tell me that my own beliefs are invalid just because of who i am.
who i am is not something for you to negotiate or contemplate
i am who i am but who are you
who are you
who are you to tell me that I am worthless
i am a text
but who are you
ask yourself because i have my own definition of you,
that i am aware enough to know,
isn’t the Truth
not when you spin lies and try to convince me of their legitimacy
not when you treat me with unfairness but preach as if you know what the word fair means
you do not, i assure you
so who are you
you are one of a kind, but part of a larger entity
an entity that labels people like me
people that just want to find their place, a nook or cranny amidst suffocating animosity.
i’ll sit and i’ll cry but at least i won’t lie
to your face when i tell you that i am fine
words can change lives but yours won’t change mine in the way that you’d like
i use you, i use you, i use you.
who are you to me?
a means of progress.
Copyright © Emily Teale | Year Posted 2016
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