I am on a trip to exploring who Sandra C. Obiora used to be a decade ago! This poem was written 11.01.2010 – 8 whole years ago.
Is it desolation or mere isolation when
There is a demarcation between you,
And the others you call peers?
It appears that they are on the other side,
And you, with you and yourself on the
One against a thousand,
Is far too unfair, and
It must be this way because you are different.
Or maybe, you are unique.
but If you were unique, then they will turn around.
Why do they go on with their lives as though
You do not exist?
Why is the demarcation transparent?
It could just be painted black,
It could be a mirror, reflecting you,
Making you appear more than they are.
Creating for you the illusion
That you are indeed with your peers.
Why does it have to be a glass?
A glass through which you can watch their every move,
Their oblivious faces,
Faces that so innocently show, that
They do not recognize you?
I ask you this time.
Are you in desolation or isolation?