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(Poem by Frank Wang)

A stranger passes on the other side
He does not notice me
I notice him and turn away
We pass each other
The end.

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nonchalant looks

the reading of books

and nonchalant looks

has got me up on edge

how do i let

my true colours flow

when i am nothing

but the universe

which is only everything i know

how can i make do

with the unjust

and bias based views

of powers that i know to be true.

i am blind

i am weak

i am a child of unknown beliefs


Finished?

I don’t know if I’m dumb

or just uninspired.

These poems used to

come to me.

Now they

Run from me.

Playing hooky.


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