Tuesday, January 09, 2007

hidden in the corner
forgotten, like rotten milk
she cries
hears voices shouting,
louder,
and louder

you promised

oceans of yells
flooding her mind
bangs against the door of
lawyers and
fake white wigs.

im sorry.

lost in arguments
who's side is she on?
black, or white?
a chess board...
black, or white?

3 comments:

Kai said...

what a gorgeous poem!
thanks 4 stopping by
miss magic
:-]

Kai said...

:-]

Yes said...

This poem is very vivid and effective--
I love "hidden in a corner like rotten milk"!