The Other Side

I'm the other, the weird, the stranger,

the shadow nobody follows,

the being who is looked down upon.

I'm the outsider, the abominable,

who crawls around the pavement,

who cries silently in the border,

wanting to cross the other side...

An ocean, a tall wall denies me access

(at least I believe it does) to comfort.

I'm the unwanted, the unknown face,

the wandering ignored past,

the mysterious façade that has been

alter throughout mirrors and centuries;

whose voice impress or discomforts 

those who belong in the other side...

I am what I am, but how can I change that?

By dreaming? Waiting? Continuing getting lost?

Hoping? Praying? Cursing the other side?

© Elvis Dino Esquivel

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