You speak to me As a stranger now Someone who you don’t know A person you just met
And I see you differently A foreign being You ricochet off my circle There is zero feeling when I see your face But your voice It still makes me cringe Hearing it puts me on alert
Recalling— Condescension that you used Words like blades in my back Slicing into my soul
Remembering— But your capacity to ******* is no longer there
Ironic laughter fills my mind As I watch you drift by Like another stranger Wandering on the street