Sunday, July 18, 2010
Walk on the Left Side
The left side is where we were not special... we were just convenient. We were smart...enough... We wanted to matter and everything in this world screamed that we didn't. We were a rag doll to be thrown in the corner... and picked up when some practical use was conceived for us.
The Left Side knew... they always knew. They refused to be totally silenced. They bore the pain so the rest could live an illusion.
Robbed.... robbed of our identity. Robbed of our memory... robbed of everything. Why? Was I that ugly?... or was I that pretty? No, not pretty... little... dirty... bad... Worthy of BAD attention. Only worthy of fake specialness.. illusion.