Prisoners in Black and White This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

June 2, 2008
There is a piano carved into every heart,
made with black and white keys,
a place where the freedom of color is lost
and the music is unbearably beautiful,
for every heart fades
in the melody of memory.
Every time a strong and fragile note is struck
we become stuck
in the knowledge we were never supposed to have;
accidentally informed
and let down
to discover that love
is a prisoner of circumstance.
So cast your stones at me
for having the naïveté –
or the courage –
to dream,
to reach for, to scream
for the moment just beyond
the fingertips of my soul
that will make the music run cold
and freeze in my ears,
for I don’t want to hear
every story retold.
Cast your stones at me
and I’ll say that I don’t want to hear,
but I do,
for I need that faint glimpse of your face,
and the piano that is played
in the black and white place
is played by you.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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CeceE14 said...
Feb. 21, 2015 at 9:38 pm
OMG. Sup breath taking. I love the melody - memory line. Keep writing! You're great!
FreedomIsMyVirtue said...
Sept. 17, 2011 at 4:38 am
This is great and I like the imagery and metaphor!
Ugbaad K. said...
Jul. 9, 2009 at 10:24 pm
omg..this was so beautifully written
just amazing
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