by ISIAH
Unspecified details,
Just a small stick figure,
Draws in attention, and by the second
It seems to get thinner.
But what remains is the tiny little head.
Insert your emotions into the blank facial expressions
And create the unsaid.
The happy, mad, sad, glad.
Hands the size of breadcrumbs
And feet flat as a straight line drawn.
Where’s the heart and the stomach
And the soul given for purpose.
Invest time and attention into the little man.
He’ll become something he wasn’t noticing.
It probably wasn’t a bread crumb,
Rather a piece of sand.
So don’t judge what you can’t see
Because you can’t even tell if this is a woman or a man.