The Oddments of Blue Exile
Poem by Alicia Berneche
Oddments of Blue Exile
What beautiful eyes—
So blue like the sea
The sea was gray for my people
The stare of empty need
The promises unkept in their eyes
And the beauty vestigial—
No cure for hunger
No future for children
So they piled into boats
On the harsh gray sea
What beautiful eyes—
So blue like the sky
The sky was gray for my people
Over a stolen country
With foreign runes in their eyes
A language all their own to discuss their loss
And the beauty a reminder
Of forsaken fatherland
Of forgotten seas
So they piled into boats
Under the harsh gray sky.
My eyes are the oddments of exile
Equal parts gray and blue
The privilege to be just pretty now.
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