I can...What?

by Ezra   Sep 29, 2009


I speak again, and she ignores
Again I speak, louder, again she looks a head
I can raze my voice as high as the clouds,
I can scream,
I can yell,
I can throw a fit,
and still all will ignore me.

I can sing a song, like a pro
I can draw like an artist,
I can write like no-tomorrow
and be seen for once,
30 seconds perhaps,

I am something average,
I am something that can hide
and never be seen.
I can do much and still be a ghost.
I am not alone,
There are others here in the same
world of mine.

I can do things that make others proud,
and yet I still will not be seen.

I am a ghost,
I am a human,
I am a child of one,
I am a maid,
I am a student
I am a learner,
I am a forest tresher,

I was born in a city
I was razed in a forest
and the clean side of cities
I was one of three,
and yet I was one

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