Because: A Story Of Conjunction

    
  
because    
always has its cause    
dynamic and systematic    
because should never be, to be-    
come as you are not as should be    
   
because I is more important    
than we, he, she    
now…later.      
Agree to disagree    
   
because I don’t know the answer    
but I’ll rephrase, reshape every time    
because I know more words than you    
whirling, twirling on my tongue    
because time is on my side, winding    
counter-clockwise, replying to your    
question with more questions    
   
because like a scientist    
equating the equation    
that nothing lingers in nothing    
believing in carbon and gas after death    
and the five senses, sometimes are senseless    
all flowing from one mouth, like a river    
   
because hunger is plural  
better seen than tasted in  
tears and fears of forgotten    
children and faces in hollowness of greed    
carved in its cravings, bruised    
blue like the earth    
   
because love is like breathing    
unconditional, traditional and nurturing    
giving than recieving    
but today, the rules shall be changed    
I will love myself a little more    
because no one else will, like I can    
   
because the one who stands the tallest    
is one too many in a crowd    
when the music is too loud    
and the lyrics all sound the same    
yet; I stand barefoot behind the walls    
silence falling around me like snow-    
flakes swallowing summer’s last ghosts    
leaving me wandering for home    
   
because my skin color is neither light nor dark    
it doesn’t reflect light but absorbs    
sometimes I dream in your language    
sometimes my own    
to understand the misunderstood    
because we have lost ourselves in translations    
   
because defining things will give measure and worth    
because its easier to learn than unlearn    
because one size does not fit all    
because we have more spoons than forks    
because love comes in many forms    
because objects are not closer than they appear    
because a wise man hears but does not speak    
because a poem births other poems, worlds beyond the sphere    
because flying higher will not get us to heaven when hell is near    
because the now is here and tomorrow is a guest awaiting with guilt    
because I am you and you are me    
   
because, it does not know end nor beginning    
because it challenges the strong and the weak    
because it pauses at threshold slowly opening with key    
because sometimes what’s right is not left and what’s left is not clear    
because….all roads lead to endless possibilities    
   
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