My Roots Are The Same

My Roots Are The Same

A Poem by Slow Leak
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You know the story, two strangers on a train

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We ride the Subway
Still strangers
Facing each other
At a distance Floridian's would know as intimate

I wear 6 articles of clothing
All in black
Nails in nude

You wear a striped maxi dress, with sandals
In grape and forest green
Your nails a pearly blue I only knew as a child

You in your thirties
Me, early twenties

The roots of your maize blond hair
Are creeping dirty
Inching away from your face

The pastels that once graced my scalp
Have washed out into an unnatural grey
And my roots are the same

© 2016 Slow Leak


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Added on February 10, 2016
Last Updated on February 10, 2016
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