Your Blackness
Your blackness and tactless
is hurting my heart-
is shaking and breaking
and pulling apart.
You talk in strange riddles
repeated with force-
and punch out your pointless
and throw me off course.
You stand in your circle-
so black and so cold-
glaring and staring
so bare and so bold.
I sit in my silence
and soak in it's peace-
longing for laughter
in rippled release.
Joy Weare.
15th September, 2007.
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