Anonymous
Karyn Indursky
June 2012
With the stroke of my pen
my culture is your puzzle
to piece together.
Line by line...
my diction creeps into your mind
trying to color my skin.
Stanza by stanza...
my style wiggles into your eyes
forming an edge.
Format by format...
you try to align my
ethnicity, nationality, heritage.
Style by style...
I perplex your opinion with
various rhythms, topics, sounds.
Phrase by phrase...
you're trying to solve
a riddle of...
transcending cultures.