Piñata Party Poem by Nika McGuin
Piñata Party
Wednesday morning,
I'm taking it slow
I'm never letting you know
how I'm really feeling
Because you take advantage
because you read me too well
because I blab absentmindedly
like a griot with too many stories to tell
So this is it,
So this is us -
or the lack thereof
you lead me on!
I feign ignorance...
Yes, this is us:
the blind leading the blind
Still, the worst part is
I don't mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 11:13:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love learning a new word when I read a poem. And " griot" - what a fantastic word! Everybody should know that one. And now I do, thanks to Nika.