I Am Much Too Alone in This World, Yet Not Alone
I am much too alone in this world, yet not alone
enough
to truly consecrate the hour.
I am much too small in this world, yet not small
enough
to be to you just object and thing,
dark and smart.
I want my free will and want it accompanying
the path which leads to action;
and want during times that beg questions,
where something is up,
to be among those in the know,
or else be alone.
I want to mirror your image to its fullest perfection,
never be blind or too old
to uphold your weighty wavering reflection.
I want to unfold.
Nowhere I wish to stay crooked, bent;
for there I would be dishonest, untrue.
I want my conscience to be
true before you;
want to describe myself like a picture I observed
for a long time, one close up,
like a new word I learned and embraced,
like the everday jug,
like my mother's face,
like a ship that carried me along
through the deadliest storm.
~Rainer Maria Rilke
Translated by Annemarie S. Kidder
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'Race and Gender'
A family of weirdos with no true face,
only made common by Genders and Race.
One who is hindered by distracted mind,
the second in love with a car's engine grinds.
The third with mentality at random and obscure,
the fourth with doubt and certainty but completely unsure.
The last has taste in sound defined by age in his case,
again we are only common by Genders and Race.
Our culutral past rich and a creator of elation,
but in our modern day my family is a deviation.
We do though search our past from which we have bloomed,
but only to find our connection is doomed.
The daunting hardships of a terrible past,
to us is a priority of the few last.
But we are concerned about our place,
and quietly remember it was all about faith.
As our past comes forward to the modern day surface,
we can finally find that our connection has purpose.
~Tariq Grant
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