ConcreteA Poem by Breezie KaeWritten during sophomore year.
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It was a feeling of concrete and it had never felt as solid. I had never felt so sure, so secure to stand where I am. But you point at my cracks and claim that I am so lowly. Don’t deny me my right to perceive. Don’t deny me my right to believe and to dream. Don’t call on my tinted color when you weren’t there when the rain came down. And yes, your footprints remain here. And you deny me my right to shine. But don’t think for a second that you know me more. You aren’t so holy. You overwhelm me with your hypocrisy. But yet you see, and the sun burns, and from one step to another we are connected. And right down the road I see you lying there with all your broken pieces. Don’t even try to deny one of those is me, one of those is him, one of those is you, yourself. So pop yourself some happiness and through blurred vision, you’re happy, you’re alright, and you don’t need anyone. We were always the same, so call on yourself before you call on awkward silences, replacements, excuses for, connections, embodiments, hypocrisy, me. You can’t see a reflection in concrete. Strip away the exterior, we’re all just soil. Plain, horrible, beautiful soil. These cracks are just the concrete chipping away. © 2010 Breezie KaeReviews
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