I dash between margins
and use high-minded jargon
to justify behaviors
within my own mind
But now, to my surprise,
I watch the lines solidify
(everyone seems to be choosing sides)
and those who live between the margins
are becoming marginalized
Is it so cowardly to say 'I can’t decide? '
Is it petulant, or childish -
this desire of mine
to try and dive between the lines -
to try and find a place to hide?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic. This could have been written for me. I think like that all the time. The honesty of this piece is overwhelming.