There was a time when I could not wait to grow up,
Tried so hard to waste my youth,
Thought my problems would cease as I became an adult.
Thus I never enjoyed being in my prime.
Took every day hoping the time would fly.
Time did pass as it always does,
Though I did not seize the moment,
The tranquillity of my wistful thoughts wasted,
Time which was so precious was taken from me,
Torn from my weak grasp.
Thinking on the time I could have utilized,
Trusting that by thinking hard on it that I could
Turn back the time.
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Sid Aaron Hirji
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Authors note: I originally published this with no explanatory note, after a conversation with my partner in which we both agreed that no one would think these were my views, it was sufficiently over the top for it to be evidently a caricatured collection of some of the "microaggressive" things that can be said by people of one race to those of another. And lets be clear, I had in mind a white man talking to a black man in a country in which white is the majority. I wrote this after a conversation I had at work about the idea of microaggressions, in which we thought about who they were micro for - for the speaker, each of these comments may feel "micro", for the receiver, maybe not. I chose some of these lines carefully and deliberately, most of them are things I have heard said. But I wanted to come back and make absolutely clear that this is not a poem representing my views. We thought I didn't need to, but perhaps its not actually so very over the top as a caricature. Perhaps its a little too close to the bone. Perhaps that I would assume otherwise is in itself an illustration of my privilege.
By Hannah Moore7 days ago in Poets
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I try explaining to the young ones that they should use their time wisely, but who listens when they are young. Thinking that the world revolves around youth. One day you awaken and youth has flown away. They won't listen, youth is wasted on the young indeed.