Imaginations
     
    
   
   
    
     
      _
      In
      response
      to
      "Illusions"
      in
      the
      October
      12,
      1990
     
     
      issue:
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Stop!
     
     
      Why
      are
      you
      staring
      at
      me?
     
     
      Why
      are
      you
      laughing
      at
      me?
     
     
      why
      are
      you
      talking
      about
      me?
     
     
      Our
      world
      is
      ending.
     
     
      Our
      children
      are
      dying.
     
     
      Our
      existence
      is
      threatened.
     
     
      Yet
      you
      waste
      your
      time
     
     
      on
      such
      trivial
      matters
     
     
      as
      my
      differences?
     
     
      You
      gossip
     
     
      because
      I
      am
      not
      as
      rich
      as
      you,
     
     
      as
      beautiful
      as
      you.
     
     
      Look
      around
      you.
     
     
      There
      are
      others
     
     
      better
      than
      you,
     
     
      richer
      than
      you,
     
     
      more
      beautiful
      than
      you.
     
     
      There
      are
      others
     
     
      Staring
      at
      you,
     
     
      laughing
      at
      you,
     
     
      talking
      about
      you
     
     
      because
     
     
      there
      will
      always
      be
     
     
      others.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      -
      LM
     
    
   
   
    
     
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Dear
      Friend,
      |
     
    
   
   
    
     
      How
      could
      you
      have
      been
      so
      cruel?
      When
      I
      needed
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘you
      the
      most,
      you
      weren’t
      there.
      When
      I
      cried
      out
     
    
   
   
    
     
      for
      help,
      you
      wouldn’t
      listen.
      When
      I
      needed
      your
     
     
      love,
      you
      didn’t
      care.
      And
      now,
      it’s
      too
      late.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Oh,
      I
      am
      sorry.
      I
      hope
      you
      don’t
      feel
      guilty.
      How
     
     
      could
      you
      have
      known?
      You
      just
      didn’t
      believe
     
     
      such
      a
      thing
      could
      happen
      to
      me.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      hid
      it
      so
      well.
      I
      smiled
      through
      my
      pain
      and
      my
     
     
      excuses
      for
      not
      going
      out
      were
      so
      readily
      accepted.
     
     
      I
      was
      always
      upset,
      but
      you
      passed
      it
      off
      as
      my
     
     
      being
      tired.
      But
      then,
      you
      found
      my
      poems.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      I
      wrote
      of
      death
      and
      peace
      and
      eternal
      happiness
      of
     
     
      finally
      being
      accepted
      in
      a
      world
      to
      which
      I
     
     
      belonged.
      But
      you
      set
      them
      aside
      and
      pretended
     
     
      they
      didn’t
      exist.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Dear
      friend,
      were
      you
      really
      so
      blind?
      Now
      you
      cry
     
     
      and
      wish
      you
      have
      haa
      known.
      ’
      Dear
      friend,
      believe
     
     
      me
      when
      I
      tel!
      voz,
      you
      weren’t
      to
      blame:
      You
     
     
      always
      believed
      in
      m2
      even
      when
      I
      was
      unbelievable.
     
     
      You
      cared
      for
      me
      even
      when
      I
      wasn’t
      worth
      caring
     
     
      for,
      and
      you
      looked
      past
      my
      differences,
      into
      my
     
     
      heart,
      and
      saw
      ME.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Dear
      friend,
      how
      I
      wish
      there
      were
      others
      like
      you
     
     
      who
      took
      the
      time
      to
      know
      me
      instead
      of
      looking
     
     
      at
      my
      face,
      my
      clothes,
      my
      hair,
      and
      then
      looked
     
     
      away.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Dear
      friend,
      |
      just
      want
      you
      to
      know
      how
      much
      I
     
     
      appreciated
      your
      love.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Thank
      you,
     
     
      Your
      Friend.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      UPEI
      X-Press
     
    
   
   
    
     
      November
      1st,
      1990
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      12