I see those eyes all sparkling clear, Stare at me while I’m standing here. Heart shaking, all wrapped in fear; Looking down at concrete, glimpsing Pretty nails and costly pedicure, But who needs those to feel secure. Just give me my black shawl, So I can crawl Behind the cloven alleys; Watching, waiting, For life I am indentured To black, and being depraved Of all the things that I’m not allowed, In my world against the crowd. So give me my darkened shawl, I’ll hide behind, hoping to go by Noiselessly, quietly Behind a shadowed human wall.
We all try to crawl behind that wall at some point or another, but our humanity is in us. Our questions and despair reflect the questions and despair of others. We are deeply social beings. A philosopher once said: The human being is the being for whom being is a question. Does that make any sense here?
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