Soir Bleu, or a Clown Without an Audience
I don’t think he looks sad, just strange. I don’t thinkit is a tragedy, but the fact that nobody cares;
the fact that their eyes glaze over while he’s sat there
full face made up, red lipsticks, and markings that match
make me cry. What’s a clown without a stage?
Just a weirdo. And what’s the point of being laughed at
without getting paid for it?
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2022-08-12 at 17:32




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