Poems by Allen Lum – Part 2
Boredom
Boredom, daydreaming,
A consequence of
An uninspiring lecture.
Unfortunate really,
Because if not for
The unimaginative style,
It could be so much more.
Fraud
Speechless, like I haven’t spouted
Words so profuse before,
like I’ve been robbed of my agency,
That it shakes my very core.
Creativity never was my forte
But I pretend like it is,
Because if I can fake it,
Then I can be someone.
I write some things here and there
But there is none more to them
Than there is to decipher.
Without meaning they are.
*The opinions and ideas expressed are solely those of the author, and may not reflect the opinions of The Bronx Brand*
Allen Lum is from the Parkchester section of the Bronx. He believes the Bronx is a literal manifestation of “making something out of nothing.” He believes his resilience, work ethic, and drive from the borough in which he was raised. He has learned so much about grittiness, about strength of character, and about success growing up in The Bronx.
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