biracial harmonies

By cadymae

It would be at best a quiet bleat
my soulful cry for help

The self-absorbed won't tune their ears
and my message won't mean much

to those who came from within a fold
two parents just like them

they don't own the two-note harp
that plays my mournful hymn.

To those who trudge along the lines
that split the world all through

Our melody is part harmony
and some other low bass groove

Their instruments are tuned to keys
that play light lilting airs

While ours play chords made up of notes
that sound, at turns, contraire

It's entrancing, that two note song
a double helix spinning true

It makes all hearers think
they see themselves in you.

But when you reach for your other tune,
the one made up of  you

That magic turns to murkiness
and leaves you voiceless too.

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Copyright 2014 cadymae
Published on Friday, December 19, 2014.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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