Jigsaw City

by lonewolfpoetry

 

I’ve heard this city called a multicultural city

but it doesn’t feel that way at all.

I walk for miles and notice the changes,

crossing invisible, unspoken walls.

Subtle shifts in grocery shops, hairdressers,

the types of clothing you can find.

I laugh at those who say we are blended

like some exotic smoothie, combined.

Black cheek rubbing against white.

We are a jigsaw city.

Fit together so snugly

that it’s hard to see the borders.

The mosque may gently brush

against the Catholic Church’s side,

but no-one dares transgress

the un-parted sea divide.

To the untrained eye we look united,

snoring gently by one another.

But these hidden boundaries sever us,

they blind us to our brother.

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One Comment to “Jigsaw City”

  1. You are so in tune and zoned in with your words….this is so true of us…..it is laughable how we fool ourselves….now if we can only put the walk where the talk is…. lol
    nicely done, Cordelia….
    Celeste

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