Displaced Dirt

I’m trying to find pieces

To connect between here and there

But they keep exploding in my hand

Mutilation unparalleled 

Remaining unseen

Trying to compare 

Physical handicaps 


Emotional catastrophes

A state of emergency

When you finally stop to care

Just long enough 

To feel badly

Then brushing it away

No need getting to know someone 

Who is simply going to fade away

No need fighting for the unseen

When their skin doesn’t inspire rallies of rage

No need loving someone 

When they won’t elevate your standing in this social parade

I am a placeholder

A secret

An unpleasant passing thought

Fighting to matter

To someone

Only causing more dirt 

To be displaced 

A desert full of half dug graves

One day I’ll find a home

And lie this body to rest


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