Girl In The Black

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Can You Outrun This Fearful Phantom

Your Shadow Dancing Beside You

A Brief Reminder Of What Never Was

And Isn't

 

But The Girl In The Black Knows Better....

Cause The Ghost Have Come To Matter And With Battery...

Adorned Her With A Hundred Thousands Flatteries...

And The Shadow You Is Watching

Envious Of How You Gush Emotions Like A Waterfall

Dripping Like Honey From Your Heart Without Much Effort...

 

But I Know That All You See Is Ghosts...

That Have Stripped You Of Humanity

Turning You Into An Idol For The Master

Cause You Have Trained Yourself To Mastery

And Actually Your Hinderance   

 Is Knowing You Can Have All That Your After...

 

Your Life Is A Ballet

Already A Life Ago...

Where Your First Language Was Body Language And In A Conversation Of Lost Dialects That Spoke Of Violence...

You Saw A Glimpse Of People Who Would Use Their Bodies To Sing...

To Express Rhyme And Metre But Moving With Poetry

Revealing The Full Spectrum Of Our Human Emotion..

At First You Wished That You Could Create Sentences Of Your Own... Using Your First Language To Be Understood Fully.... Completely 

Time To Time Stealing A Move From Another Goddess To See If She Can Change The Nature Of War With Her Grace....

A Message Hidden In Voracity That Has Gone.... Unheard

 

The Foul Language He Uses Is Louder Than Art.... So You Respond As Necessary 

There You See The Ghosts Too.. The Ghosts Of Those Closest To You.... And You Wonder If Knowing How To Use Them Is The Same As Wanting Too.... A Part Of You Waits To Ask.... A Part Of You Needs Too...

 

And That's Why You Know Him Deeper Than He Knows Himself.... A Man Who Perhaps Fears Himself More Than You Do..... Wishing You Could Say That You Understand The Pain He Is Going Through Everyday.. Tell Him You Know What It's Like To Be Made Into A Thing You Don't Want To Be.... Tell Him You Know What It Means To Never Look Back...

 

A Brilliant Mind At Work Enjoying The Labor, Desperate To Prove Itself.... And You Learn To Wield The Weapon With Discipline And Honor... If Only You Could Ask....

But When The Words Emerge They Become Lost And With Out Aim.... 

 

For A Moment Alone In This World.... Close Your Eyes And Put All The Words Together....

And Using Your First Language.... Begin To Speak.... 

Until I Can Hear You Shouting.... 

And Until I Can Hear You....

 

Singing.

 

Poem by Juan Ramirez | Follow Juan on FacebookInstagram & Soundcloud

Photo by Dorothea Baretta | Follow Baretta on Youtube & Instagram