I Am Through With It Poem by RIC BASTASA

'Existentialists are monumentally and
monotonously serious;
they don't like to joke.'
Wislawa Szymborska

i am through with this
seriousness, they all think that i do not know how to joke,

look at me
closely are not my lips big enough to be
your clown?

are not my arms longer than my legs
do i not look like a chimpanzee
to you
as you read my english poetry?

look at my eyes
bad, these eyes are bad, with thick eyelashes and thicker eyelids
looking like the beard of the walrus

how can i see myself
in the eye of indifference from the point of view
of my master

i will always look like a slave
a second-class citizen in this modern world that claims
that discrimination had long been dead and buried

look at me
i am no longer human. i am no longer myself. i have always imitated you

mimicry.pantomime. puppetry.
this is practically all about it. and i guess it is time to stop.
i am through with all these.