Sariel HanaA Poem by Sariel HanaI have eyes, They may be caked in glitter & vibrant hues. I am keen on a little color. I have hair. Reddish and brittle it may be. I like it that way. I wear clothes. Old and contradictory. I enjoy plaid on plaid and reinventing old denims. “Look at her, staring off into east Jesus nowhere. Can she even speak?” “Never said a word to me.” “I heard her dad killed himself. She lives with her grandma.” “Does she even have friends?” “What a creep.” My father is very much breathing. Insane and a recluse, barely sees the light of day. I love him unconditionally. I adore my grandmother. Confused and regretful, benign and endearing. She is flawless and faultless. I live on Earth, I promise. © 2011 Sariel Hana |
StatsAuthorSariel HanaLA, CAAbout....look closer I'm a writer. I'm an artist. I love writing, art, music, drama, films, Shakespeare, singing, playing guitar and photography. I'm an athlete. I love basketball, tennis and s.. more..Writing
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