Lawrence S. Pertillar
The Thought Of Being Heard - Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Should I spare you the agony,
Of believing there is a need for your response?
As long as we keep between us,
This rare eye contact...
I will remain appreciative of that.
I am accustomed to communicating with those,
Who scan anyone from head to toe.
And those who don't have turned up noses,
As they walk down the streets...
Often talk to me standing sideways,
With their eyes staring at my feet.
As if my voice is coming from any place other,
Than my mouth.
With the aid of using my lips and teeth!
The people living in my environment,
Are more prepared to gossip...
Than they are to have a one on one.
Something that is meaningly done.
And having this eye contact you give me,
Makes me feel you understand.
And you don't have to say a word.
It's just the thought of being heard,
That has been worth this entire experience.
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