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THE BEAUTIFUL ONES


 

I’ve not read the book

But I feel it’s true-

“The beautiful ones are not yet born”.

Or have they,

And weren’t found ?

Did they die in the womb?

Were they aborted or still born?

Or are they like Robinson Crusoe,

 Lost in a lonely Island

Where no one can find them?

Or are we the ones

Too blind to see them

Too insensitive to feel them

Too deaf to hear their sweet voices

Deafen by voices

 Too loud and meaningless

Some call it hip-hop,

I call it noise!

 

In my dream

I heard their voices

Gentle and firm

Always speaking the truth

No hatred in them

Not like racists

Not like rapists

Not like robbers

Not like” politricians” .

The voices

Calm and true

Not like any voice I’ve heard

Not even like a lover’s..

 

The Beautiful Ones

How I long

To see

Feel

Hear them again

Everyday.

 

Sina_Taylor

August 2015.

 
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