Uneven

by Umm-e-Aiman Vejlani

Standing afore split frequencies,
Watching each other in sequences
from separate vestibules of faith,
While they mull and cull us figures
foolish; emaciated of coherence.

We are linear, parallel but serrated
in evenness; while the world pulses
of the ordinary, sifting from the rare,
our defiance flares, resilience tears,
we become a monument of debate.

You and I will inspire forms of art
to celebrate us; the uneven, canvas
or sculpture will don the admiration
that we were plainness, like mail
of the everyday; slipped under
the doorway of conventions many.

There will be no study of realness,
Only musings and silent greetings,
We will become carefully guarded,
Tagged and priced, dutifully dusted,
Elevated in value transcendent
of beauty itself; in irony, after its end.

Now we exist as an after thought
 in the same world, same unevenness
with different voices defending us over
wine and cigars or rap and graffiti.