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:: Monday, June 28, 2004 ::
Disconnected like a severed neuron,
I have random pangs of loneliness.
I've realized that I don't
Belong
Anywhere.
I have all this energy pent up inside like an ocean held in a cup,
But without that tiny pin-prick pore,
I am just burning up inside.
Constantly a window-shopper of social/political/ethnic/sexual communities,
I peer in but the cold glass wall lets me know
I am still
Out in the cold.
I'm too loud, polticially liberal and active, and sexual
To fit in with the JA crowd.
I'm too dark to be white, too white to be Asian;
And I'm sure as hell not South Asian/Filipino/Chinese/African American/Korean/Vietnamese/Cambodian/Laotian/Chamorro/Native American/Hispanic/Jewish
I'm sure as hell don't fit in with the theistic religions,
And I feel I hold too much hate to be Buddhist.
Too queer to be straight, yet I identify as straight,
So I'm not really queer.
Too masculine to be female, too feminine to be male.
Too crazy for most, too sane to be crazy.
Chances are, your community doesn't want me.
Real connections so fleeting, I treasure the few that I have,
And I'm too busy to constantly wash away this
Dirt with alcohol.
Although sometimes it seems more and more
Desirable.
So I'll sit and write poetry with all those
Other misfits, and wait for
That one connection to be made.
Where are you?
:: Rick Kitagawa 12:34 PM [+] ::
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