In her foreign land <br />she spits our her venom <br />as easily and readily <br />as she holds out her hand <br />to the single one <br />who urges her to come, <br />to come and belong <br />to a conversation; <br />use her imagination, <br /> <br />and lets her feel she is not the outcast <br />or that any time of hers is long past <br /> <br />or that she is alone, <br />singled out, uncondoned, <br /> <br />a stranger, <br />malingerer, <br />in her stranger home <br /> <br />that she built for herself, <br />her ver own prison, <br /> <br />upon the rock <br />of her egoism.<br /><br />Tara Sloblock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-impure-metal/
