You Taught Me Something Poem by Lubna Hazeem

Poor children watch as the headlights flicker
This path of lonenliness in which i may linger
So maybe superstition's what brought us together
But no, it doesn't take away from all this comfort

I stroll among the stars of this broken production
And the costumes we wear are of fear and aggression
The faces we make for ourselves hoping for reflection
But the mirror doesn't give what we wish for of things

Somewhere, your eyes are drowning in thier sorrow
Unsure of weather or not there i'll ever be tommorow
But the reason you're sad is because wherever you; 'll go
The only burden you'll carry is the lesson that you know

You taught me something special in this not so special world
What we were or used to be might've never been pure in words
And someday you'll grow out them, you'll grow out of this dirt
Bearing that in mind, i'd leave before all we've left is what hurts

The magic of poetry is when the music concludes
And all this hopeful imagery is set under the moon
What draws us in and what draws us out of the tune
Could superstition be the way to a not-so bitter truth?

I watch as those rainy clouds start moving away
I sail on the tides turning over to the nearest bay
Could the sun be smiling to me or is it your face?
I believe i've finally arrived at my place