by Unknown
May 2011 235 Views 2 comments
Unwanted Construction
I answered the door and found that melody of the past
It disguised itself well this time
Didn’t seem familiar through the peephole
And was wearing a different shade of skin
It spoke to me in many tongues before
Sometimes using a thick accent
Or emitting a new scent
Hiding behind this mask or that
And each time I was fooled
Not paying close attention to its tempo
But eventually recognizing it
As my walls continue to grow
-Aimee Adair (2011)
It disguised itself well this time
Didn’t seem familiar through the peephole
And was wearing a different shade of skin
It spoke to me in many tongues before
Sometimes using a thick accent
Or emitting a new scent
Hiding behind this mask or that
And each time I was fooled
Not paying close attention to its tempo
But eventually recognizing it
As my walls continue to grow
-Aimee Adair (2011)
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Posted: May 2011
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