Who?

Who are you?
I have seen  this face
Lurking in the curves
Of my smile.
Who are you?

Who are you?
Why am I scared
Of asking difficult questions?
Why do I not understand you
Vilify you instead?
Make effigies
That burn the mirrors
Of my disquiet
And contradictions?
Why do I want to run away?
Why do you make me scream?

Who are you?
What are you doing here?
In my school,
In my streets,
In my buses and books,
In my messages,
And my phone,
In my room,
On my wall,
In my bed,
In my dreams,
In my eyes...
Talk to me.

Talk to me.
Don't insult my intelligence,
Don't insult our past,
By looking the other way
And letting my cries
Fall into the abyss.
Don't insult us both
By walking away
With a snigger on your face.
Look at me.
Look at me and
Talk.

Who are you?
Are there two different Earths
Or two independent Moons
Or two separate Suns
Or two different periodic tables-
That make us
Eat, drink, breathe-
Survive?
The scientists,
They told me,
I swear, they told me,
The dirt on your hands
Is the same as mine.
Did your god tell you differently-
Because I thought I heard you yell,
"Who are you?"

Who are you?
Tell me.
Talk to me.
So I can hold you.
So you can hold me.
So we can hold on.
Because I am shaking too.
Shaking from pain
From anger
From confusion
From fear.
I too am drenched
In loss and
The spit
Of water, fire and blood.
Your fire, my blood
My fire, your blood.
Look at me.
Touch me.
Feel me.
There are parts of me
Which are real
That are made of the same earth.
I see the likeness in those eyes.
Look at me.
Talk to me.
Hear me.
Feel me.

Who are you?
The skin is burning
As our faces melt
Into the unrecognisable plastic
That we created.
As the mirrors that we burn
Blacken the windows of light-
The clock is ticking
Like a time bomb.
Look at me.
Let this not be the last time.

Who are you?
Who am I?
Where are we?
Who are we?
Talk to me.