Friday, July 19, 2013

Did You Let Me Know?

Did You Let Me Know?

By: Husam (Sam) Salman


Did somebody say the road was easy?
I’d question you.
As you stand there sucking your Spirit,
Each breath closer to death,
Wondering why some people behave
As though they are entitled - EVERYTHING?

As I live and breathe…

The airs you display for the sake of
Being seen a certain way
Being noted to hang with the “right” sort
With those can afford only what you can afford

…If not more…

Your care and consideration is only for yourself
Welcome to America
This is the land of the broken hearted
It’s my home too!
I’d appreciate you understand that I am not like you
That I don’t know what you know
That I don’t have the instincts
That you think superior to those of my own
Here we stand in the same room
Looking at one another in odds
In the hope that I’ll one day love you again, “friend”.

…Because right now, I don’t…

I know what you say and how you talk about…everyone
And how everyone talks about you
It’s odd to hear the tree huggers talk so much shit
Then turn around and hug the same shit
I didn’t ask to be a topic of your feculence

Here I am trying to love, you, him, her, everyone
To be your friend
You, standing there in your illusory catty Queen-dom
Enough shit coming out of your mouth
You could fertilize your fate of solitude

…and you’re going to too!!

I eliminate the salt from my diet
It’s the thing that prevents seeds from spouting
From the soil to even stand a chance
Ironic effect of ‘this’ type of shit
Sorry – But I’m all stocked up on the useless

…I own a PC (laptop), an iPhone 4S and a Ford (NOT a hybrid) …

So you can save your ‘face’-time for someone else
I just saw how I’m living
Moreover, how I’m hating
How I realized that I’m hating
Because I have haters in my life hating
Time for a master cleanse a detox –
One that’s the most effective I’ve done in years

…Unfriend…

I’m in the pursuit of a better me
And if I’m bitching this much about you
It’s not because I’m bad,
It’s because you’re pissing me off

Perhaps I have expectations of people
Perhaps I’m crass
Perhaps I’m too honest
Perhaps I’m able to see a flaw in something
Perhaps I shouldn’t say anything
Perhaps I say something
Perhaps you get upset
Perhaps not

…you might already know me, and my ways…

Did you say anything
To me?
Did you let me know?
Did you bring it to my attention?
Did you think the silent treatment taught me anything?
Did you think I cared?

The funny thing here,
The REAL absolution…I didn’t know
And I can’t make effort to change something
I know nothing about
If you don’t say anything
I don’t know
If I’m unaware
I will be upset at unnecessary side glances
Bitch, say something – I don’t need games

You don’t need to call me out
At a bar
At a club
At a party

Do me a solid and pull me aside
And let me know
What I don’t know.




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