Thursday, June 14, 2012

POEM: You Keep The Question

I'm almost
to be the person you want me to be;
shaped as a cursive S,
with my marks on the stone walls you've carved,

I'm nearly
that person,
I'm nearly the shadow
of your religion,
the personification
of your word
when the water turns
to ice
I am the solidity,
the rigidity
so embedded
and then perfected
like a golden lock
upon a Queen's head

underneath the gilded throne,
I am nearly
that person
you want
me to be

and far less
than the
I know me
to be.

- By Raeez Jacobs

© Raeez Jacobs. 2012. All Rights Reserved.

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