Poems of nia imani
|6.||I Don't Care||1/9/2006|
As years go by, we learn how to hide when we cry.
We sometimes forget why we wanted to try to be the pie in the eye
Of a beloved.
So learn to remember that u once; earned that love is unearned
Though oft spurned more often in deed than in word.
And so must I (as this old sun fresh rises) remember I decided to try.
Therefore will I
Go sit outside,