Your WaysA Poem by Siddartha Beth PierceI wonder what is this and what is that what have you got there below your cap?
A head, a brain meant for thinking and yet you run and play wax and wane each and everyday.
But do you use that gift below your chapeau for problem solving?
However, now those blank stares and words of darkness that so often part your lips are now neither here not there to me.
I care no longer what you say or what lurks in those eyes because you left me uncaring for those things that daunt that which obviously exists not below that hat.
© 2008 Siddartha Beth PierceReviews
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1 Review Added on February 9, 2008 Last Updated on February 9, 2008 AuthorSiddartha Beth PierceRichmond, VAAboutArtist, Poet, Educator, African and Contemporary Art Historian more..Writing
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