A poem by me

 

Neighbors 

I walk out of the door of my home and I am immediately confronted with the necessity to impress the neighbors. Stand up straight, speak clearly and gently to your siblings and do not, do not raise your hand above them as to reprimand them for their behavior. Not in front of the neighbors. Smile. Smile open your mouth wide to show you are happy. Happy to be residing in a world where you don’t feel you belong. Happy to be putting up this happy little front.

Do not shout in anguish over a scrapped knee or laugh loud and bright at the witty sayings that flow from the innocent mouths of your kin. Not in front of the neighbors. Do not think about the anger or hurt you feel from those who should be making it alright. The fire licking your insides, the everlasting smoke creating the everlasting tears.

Paint your face. Play your part. Resemble the beloved actor. That’s what the neighbors want.


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