Friday, November 13, 2009

cats of this city are watching over me
even in their sun drenched sleeps on sidewalks
a warm welcome coming from the kings and queens of
  asphalt, concrete and few patches of green
  city has failed to strangle 
  in her ever growing tentacles 
  spreading like an unstoppable disease
even after the politics of my genes, 
  the politics of my language(s) and histor(y|ies) 
  deemed that i was a suspect 
  on narrow straights of people's minds
  and on paper, on three different continents
but here, i know cats don't care
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