I picked all the girls for you
the ones you will surely love
those who have the right temperament
the colour of hair
red must be everywhere –
for you love has the colour of a bloody bloom;
you created me from my mental studs
muddled maroon messages
all the rest was void
for a life destroyed in the name of another
this formed a relationship with every single pin
that stuck in my skin
it hurts, can’t you see?
no? therefore mentality
is invisible
you can do what you want
break everything into pieces and ask for more
to accuse someone of lying is to lie to yourself
smash the entire city to smithereens
and then deny it, forget it, hide it
they might say it wasn’t you, it was just society
thinking and doing things for countless centuries
and paying for it with the currency of the weakest
what if the strongest
they will wake up one day
at the bottom of this pathetic chain
and then the weakest will rise up against them
in purest revenge?
who is there to still care?
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
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Comments (2)
Dharsheena speaks the truth. Wonderful poem, leaving us with such an important question at the end. Fear of the answer is largely responsible for that insatiable hunger for more as defense against falling into want. But want will come, sooner or later. As Jesus once taught to his disciples, make friends for yourself by means of unrighteous mammon, for they are the only true guard against the want that inevitably comes to all. (paraphrased & interpreted, naturally)
red must be everywhere – for you love has the colour of a bloody bloom; I really loved those lines! Your poem was fantastic!