I see you standing there
Watching me
Thinking
He could be me
I could be him
We could be together
But were so far apart
Lines drawn in the sand
That we could never cross
I see you standing there
Watching me
Wondering
Could he be the one
Can he complete me
Make my world
The world I knew it would be
But your world is not mine
And my world is my own
I see you standing there
Watching me
Shouting
Trying to get my attention
With strong words
Persuasive thoughts
A flash of a smile
And a light touch
But I’m gone
I see you standing there
Watching me
Sighing
Knowing that all I say is true
Two people like us
Can never be
Its not going to work
When all you do is stand there
Watching me
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
Be safe,
Karen