When words have failed me in the past,
I resorted to humor.
When I couldn't find my way;
I resorted to a map.
When time was on my side;
I resorted to a race.
When freedom was in my grasp;
I resorted to slavery.
I resorted to laughter;
when words made me cry.
I resorted to opening my eyes;
when the light made them blind.
I resorted to standing still;
when so many things passed me by.
I resorted to fighting;
when I knew I was wrong.
When times were tough;
I resorted to anger.
When love failed;
I resorted to hate.
When I lost my faith;
I resorted to death.
When I saw my life in ruins;
I resorted to fear.
©Yolanda Curiel 2009
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You ask me if I care;
and I say 'How can I'
you said what you said;
'I don't cry'
You say how dare you
and I say 'we're through'
you said what you said;
'tired of being you'
You ask me whats the matter;
and I say 'nothing'
you said what you said;
'a little bit of something'
You say I'm not alone;
and I say 'I think your wrong'
you said what you said;
'not even part of this song'
You ask me to share my pain;
and I say 'this is not what its about'
you said what you said;
'all I have is self doubt'
You ask me if I care;
and I say 'more than you realize'
you said what you said;
'my untimely demise'
©Yolanda Curiel 2009
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