freaking world (so wat?)

yes i am a freak
and you and you
and she and he and she/he
and we all are freaks
and also they are too
so wat? should i scream
to this offensive assault
of closing doors
for fears?
years
of your self-inflicted
blindness that came
in pieces with
sadness
and the perpetual
media
paranoid with the
mushrooms of war
oblivious of the blood
splashing the screen
of normality
perhaps, you haven't listened
to the stones
can you listen to their sounds?
nature pounding our minds?
asking for a break
no more we need his/story repeating
when our story is a mystery
we all are freaks
I AM A FREAK
and she and he and
he/she and you yes you
so wat?

the white throated sparrow woke me up with its sad song

i awoke
in a cold morning
with the sad song of the white throated sparrow

the space and the sound
twinkling in a murmur
taking my being into a sudden epiphany

how alienated i was feeling
in this world encompassing
the distance between the bird's song and my thoughts

how much anguish i was sensing
while the leaves kept resisting their near death
in this orderly disorder

(still i couldn't click)
the white throated sparrow kept singing its sad song
and i, stranged, almost arrogant

could not reply to its sadness
thus, only closing my eyes
i smile to its beauty

james baldwin's "nobody knows my name"

Even the most incorrigible maverick has to be born somewhere. He may leave the group that produced him --he may be forced to-- but nothing will efface his origins, the marks of which he carries with him everywhere. I think it is important to know this and even find it a matter for rejoicing, as the strongest people do, regardless of their station." (James Baldwin, "Nobody Knows My Name")