our bodies are separated <br />by the fences of our skins <br />our thoughts by the <br />silence of its scalpels <br />nothing Siamese about us <br />nothing. <br />so one finally goes her way <br />as i finally go on my <br />own personalized <br />journey<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/individuality-16/
