Pass-Around Poem #5
I promise I'm not a liar
a pair of boxes full of doxes keep getting
me higher and higher.
And the words I sign might sound
like lies but sometimes the truth sounds wrong.
We all know the truth is reality and
lying creates a fantasy
but what is fantasy if not a playground for the wronged?
You asked me for the
truth, I look as if
you were speaking another
language.
This is ma'at.
This is denial, the language without any songs
this is the only way for me to speak without leaving anything behind.
If I keep my mouth moving,
will you even be able to tell
when I'm just speaking in tongues?
Lavish me with your tongue so I know I'm
not the only one feeling lost out here...
Like I don't speak the language.
Let me know you can withstand the world I've created
you always told me we spoke the same language.
And when you lie to me, you make me feel
like my language has always been wrong.
Maybe my tongue is right and yours just needs
to learn the difference between the truth and a lie.
Then pour soap on my tongue and let
me wash out your hesitant sighs.