Saudara

Originally posted June 14, 2004 in another blog
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Note: I dedicate this poem to my Saudara (brother), who is often misunderstood.........

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I am


To the world,
I am but a placid lake
With only an occasional ripple
disturbing the quiet surface.
But the tranquil cold of the surface
Hides the smoldering fire within its depths.
My face is what they’ve seen
My heart, they’ve never known.