I’m a pitied,
dysfunctional, wound-up doll in a window;
Afraid to think of
the many things my still mind doesn’t know,
With my attention
sucked into the state I’ve been cast,
Bereft of any
memories indicating clues to my past
They come to see me,
day in and day out,
With their eyes
dancing about my mismatched suit
While I invisibly
cry to the revilements they shout;
Accusing me of
having once lived the life of a brute,
It’s no wonder my
life prevails in mute.
- Raeez Jacobs
© Copyright. 2012. Raeez Jacobs
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