Eric G. Alleyne
Port of Spain Trinidad

Gathering Roses

Once and a while I got to admire the thorn and the beauty
It can be so tempting to try to capture the richest pirate treasure
Senses are dead to the pain
There is only ice and numbing sensations
Every time I stare into the expansive skies
I see the stars
At least they have each other
I have no regrets
Love is a foreign word to someone devoid of life
You see I am the bird in the cage
I am the prisoner to the rules of this society
Whether I run and hide they find me only to make fun of me and then I am no good to them
I would rather the life of a loner
There is no color to me
I am not this costume character in a dance set to display
I prefer that the punishment meet the crime
Alone and the only one I can show to is the Unseen
Well I am not unhappy to that Creator I know
It seems being a Nigger is all I am good for
I wonder if people think about what they say or do
Never the walls are too high and too wide for reconciliation
You could never know love you are the most foolish of people that I have come to know
I regret ever being in the same room with you
I pray that the serenity you never come to know
Dark are you like coal
Unfeeling like a cold gem with no luster
Careful when you go to gather this Rose
Thursday, May 17, 2007
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