Poem_05/2014

I am sorry you a man with a black face
I thought you were a thief
I thought you’d steal my mobile
You reminded me of my neighbour once
Who was a thief

I am sorry you a man with a white face
I thought you were a proud snob
Full of pseudo-intellectual soup
You reminded me of my professor long ago
Whom I hated and who hated me

I am sorry you a man with a bronze face
I thought you were in love with me
Melting down with your coffee smiles
You reminded me of my fancy long ago
With whom I was in love with once

I am sorry you a man with a flat face
I thought you sell some cheap goods
I thought you have a restaurant where
At the back door some stolen phones are dealt
You reminded me of a China man in London who bought my goods

I am sorry you a woman with a pen
I thought you were a writer
I thought you could write
You reminded me of myself
Whom I knew as myself
Who wanted to write
For she could not speak out
Even though she had a lot to say

2014.05.12

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