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Racism (Free verse) by Dovina

When a tiger's ripped your arm off and six have opened your belly head and heart all wounds now old and scarred then anything looking like a tiger makes you wary to say the least I am not a tiger as you suspect but only look that way an appearance I cannot change and you could know it too if you'd let me have some time But you cannot allow the risk and I will not pursue So warily we eye each other til someone makes a move

Dovina 15-Nov-05/5:17 PM
That’s your opinion and it’s wrong. You can send me a sweatshirt to that effect (size small) for which I’ll pay six tenners worth of wisdom. Keep the change. You’ll know me then, walking up Fleet Street, turning hooded and grey into the narrow lane, to the pub where Charles Dickens liked to hang out—Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese. Its dark bricks, ancient timbers and inornate wooden benches, like church pews, could be the surroundings for “A Tale of Two Rankers.” Plain wood tables near the old flat-wall fireplace feel like haunts for the beginnings of mysteries. I sat there awhile listening for ghosts, but none came. Maybe next time.




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