In Threes and in Fours

I watched them intrigued,
all those little ones;
walking together,
in threes and in fours.

Not laughing or smiling,
not arguing or fighting;
but simply together,
in threes and in fours.

They were toiling and sweating,
labouring and panting,
for a life together,
in threes and in fours.

They relied on each other,
knew they needed one another;
and so they joined hands together,
in threes and in fours.

I could feel their eyes penetrating,
and so I lowered my gaze.
I could hear their mocking laughter
while I stood there, thinking.

For a minute I felt weak,
for a second outnumbered.
Judged by those
who were all one.

But I
I stood out as being different
in looks, in behaviour,
in needs and in deeds.
I stood out,
a grasshopper.

And so I laughed,
at the thought of being judged
by anonymousity;
a group of people
who knew not themselves.

I’d rather just be me.
Not particularly pretty or clean
and maybe not in threes or in fours,
but at least with identity.

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15 Comments Add yours

  1. Sumbo says:

    Hhhhhhmmmmm……………. A sad image. I like d ending – d strength being derived from oneself as opposed to it coming from other people.

    1. DeMorrieaux says:

      Yup, that’s the quintessence.
      Thank you!

  2. 0latoxic says:

    It’s funny how the first half gave me an entirely different vibe from what the end would bring. I saw a picture embodying innocence. A cute group of three or four early primary school children walking along a dusty road content in the sharing of each others’ company. Individual personalities yet undeveloped and as such, one in spirit…

    …And then came their mocking laughter…

    🙂

    1. DeMorrieaux says:

      Nice picture you had there!
      I had a million and one different endings but settled for something simple.
      Glad the ending took you by surprise lol 🙂

  3. Tyo says:

    I like! So sad and so true.
    I thought it would end differently too.

    My favourite part:
    “by anonymousity; a group of people who knew not themselves”

    Smart play with words.. 🙂

    1. DeMorrieaux says:

      *side-eye*
      Was the rhyme intentional?
      Hehe.. thanks! x

  4. kayshawy says:

    I could feel theirs eyes penetrating,……errrrr #okbye

    1. DeMorrieaux says:

      Hahaha.. thanks.
      I actually just swapped those 4 lines, must have erred while copying and pasting..
      🙂

    2. DeMorrieaux says:

      Gbagaun-detector toh bahd!! Haha

      1. kayshawy says:

        That’s why you love me you know….

        1. DeMorrieaux says:

          Nope. I don’t (know or love you for this reason) lol.
          Actually, I just love you for YOU!

          (˘⌣˘)ε˘`)

  5. dudubeauty says:

    I’d rather just be me.
    Not particularly pretty or clean
    and maybe not in threes or in fours,
    but at least with identity.
    _______________________

    THIS!!!!!!!!…..Nice poem. Thanks for sharing 🙂

    1. DeMorrieaux says:

      Aww.. you are far too kind. Thank you!

  6. kay_sha1na says:

    Reblogged this on kayshawy and commented:
    I’d rather just be me…..with an identity of course. Yimu at detractors jare!!!!

  7. habs says:

    Sounds like you had an isolating childhood experience! Lol. Nice poem sha.

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