A Lottery Ticket - Poem by Michael Liu
When you are worthless,
you see different people, same blank faces,
they brutally brushes by you,
no bonjour, no adieu.
Fate tells me I’ll win if I look my best,
Sadly, life offers me an impossible test.
For what fate says is never true,
He’s simply messing around with silly fools.
A gentle hand picks me up,
I yell: I’m no longer paper, no longer pulp!
I feel the long dreamt caress…
She waltz as she sing: London, Rome or Paris?
Her dark eyes like those of a phantom,
Deep, mysterious, yet amazingly handsome,
Her rich brown hair soft like kitten’s fur,
My profane hand, hesitant of becoming intruder.
A river wells up in her eyes,
Hatred and disappointment adding to the tide,
She whispers: It’s not your fault you did not win,
Either way, I made myself cozy in the litter bin.
I comfort myself as I tried to comprehend,
If the dump has fine weather, I’ll even get a tan.
Who can I lay down the finger of blame?
My identity has brought me too much shame,
Me, for not trying hard?
She, for having a stone cold heart?
If I shall be queen,
then she shall be king,
A love song no one bothers to know,
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