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Thursday, January 13, 2022

Alien, a poem by Abhinav Aradhi

 

Alien

I know the terrible truth.

The wicked whims of inclusion,

They haunt me in my fitful sleep.

Don’t mock me with multicolored flags.

 

There is a deep hatred in all of you,

I can sense it, I can feel it radiating.

Call me a fool, call me insensitive,

It matters not in the futile end.

 

We commune on the daily,

Yet we are a crumbling community.

Gone are the days of co-opted equality,

Gone are the nights of our neighborhoods.

 

I’m not naive to your scorn,

But it still stings like acid on skin.

Our history is interwoven,

But you’ve started to unstitch the fabric.

 

Perhaps I am the perennial villain,

That you will blame for all your woes.

Perhaps I am the cruel monolith,

That you’ll hammer into the ravenous earth.

 

Love has swam astray,

As we pull up our fragile fishnets.

I’m drowning in your love and your hate.

The water has an extreme taste of morality.

 

Go ahead and kick me out,

Leave me to die of rainbow sickness.

Leave me to lose the race of shades.

Go back to your angry bliss.

 

Continue your needless cruelty,

You embittered fraction.

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