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January 22nd
Here we go once again, ya’ll. You would think that after December 7th and April 12th I would figure it out, but now here we are at January 22nd and I’m still nothing but a fool in the eyes of every negro who played me like a Raggedy Anne Doll with her stitched-on smile. Just like the smile I paint on my face day by day because I shy away from being vulnerable except when my pen meets the paper and pours forth lines of utmost pain. Then and only then is when I invite you to my bedroom to gawk at the curves of my hips, the pudge of my stomach, the scars and unspoken marks. I place myself under the microscope and open myself to every format of criticism possible. Through the looking glass you see a messed-up girl with a heart of gold, or so she has been told, but refuses to believe because in all her days she has continued to fail at the one thing she would die for and that is to be the one and only for that One and Only One and the one and only thing she knows and believes without a shadow of a doubt is that this wish will never come true cause stars hold no power. Yet, every night I look at the sky hoping that it will wrap its mysteries around me and make me feel ok. I am not ok. I am not crazy. I am psychotic and maybe just maybe the end is here for me and that is ok for me.
By Crown Nobl38 years ago in Poets
Animal Instinct
Good morning! Good morning! What a lovely day! Let's go outside where we laugh and play. I love you! I love you! When you throw my toy, my favorite is when you call me “good boy.” The sun is bright, the wind in twirls but I’m focused on one thing, that dang squirrel. Running and leaping as fast as I can. I hope I can catch him, man oh, man. He went up the tree, crawled in a hole. Oh well, now it’s time to go home. I’m thirsty! I’m thirsty! I need water! Oh, my bowl is full, you’re the greatest owner anyone could offer. Where’d you go? Where’d you go? I can’t find you anywhere! Oh, I heard something, You went upstairs! Where are you? Where are you? I hear sniffling, you’re in your room! You can’t be sleeping. Chittering and chattering into that box that talks back, wait a minute, why are you so sad? Do you need a hug, a cuddle, or my many kisses? Please look at me, don’t be distant. Why are your eyes wet? Your nose so leaky? Is it because I’ve been oh so sneaky? Ok, I’ll bring you the chew toy I hid in the closet, but it’s only because I could have lost it. No, not that? Then what could it be? Please mama, what’s wrong? If it isn’t me. Where is papa, he loves you so much, he showers you in kisses, gifts and such. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen him in days. Where is he now? I hope he’s ok. Why do you change into clothes all black? With your head hanging down and your long hair straight down your back. You put my leash on and take me to the car. Yay, a ride! I hope we go far! Traveling with the wind in my ears, all of a sudden a familiar sound I hear. Look at that! Look at that! It’s your friends, family, and neighbors! But wait, they look so sad, some filled with anger. What’s going on? What going on? I still don’t see papa. What is he doing and why is he gone? You take me out of the car and their goes the smells! Your mom, dad and even tall aunt Mel. Oh there he is! I smell him! Papa! Where is he? Where is he? I search all around, and then there it is, a hole in the ground. Papa is in there but it’s much too deep, If only someone could help me, just a few feet. I don’t see him just a big box in this ditch, but I sure do smell him, even if it is a little different. Mama pulls me back from the crevice you lay, but mama wait, that’s not where papa will stay. Most everyone is sobbing, some standing strong but again I ask, what is going on? Who is this man in all black robes with a small white collar, what is he saying? Is he a bother? The more and more he speaks, the more you all weep. Finally, he ceases speaking and we all move to the side. Here come a tractors moving toward papa, oh no! He’s pouring dirt inside! “My friend is in there!” I scream, I look around but no one seems to know what I mean. How will he breath? How will he live? He needs our help! We need to dig! Mama won’t let me go and I look at her confused. Oh no, oh no, it’s the worse of news. I lie down, crying as my heart fills with dread, that’s when I realize papa is already dead.
By Mona Elshazly8 years ago in Poets
