Poem 2 of my series of poems titled “Otherwise.”
Holding up one hand
Fingers outstretched
Looking ourselves
Dead in the eyes
Those eyes that we
Recognize and yet
don’t
as a result of lies
shielding us from
truth
shielding us from
the other side
of the glass
Four letters form
“Stop”
That is all it takes
to silence a movement
a motion
a word
but we’re young
and we play a simple game
We hide
From four letters
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