i see Me
they see me
discrepancy apart
drawn bridges upon
questionable support
the pills of justice
clash with the blood
of our savior
complacency dictates stigma
for an orthodoxy to follow.


Looking confused

she looked at me,
and i looked at her.
we both seemed
a bit confused.
maybe it was
that we had
nothing to say,
didn’t know
what to say,
or had
nothing to say.
hell, it could have
been we just
had nothing to say
and we wondered,
what are you
looking at?