I Am Without

I am

A grandmother without wrinkles, 

A raven without feathers,

A mother without children. 

I am

A writer with no paper,

A singer with no listeners,

A wind with no kites. 


My eyes may twinkle perfectly well by themselves

And my voice may soar, unrestrained

But where does a song go

When no one hears it?

Where does a poem go

Without a pen?



This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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