
I played with Simon and Simon said, "show me your will".
I told him
I pray I don't kneel over like a flower and wilt.
~
Lavender Spirits
I speak back to your voice
when I hear it.
But I wonder if I am any different
than those living zombies
that pound pavements with no hope.
The essence of their being is consumed in dope.
That doesn't mean there wasn't a time when they were free
But hopes and dreams were captured in ropes.
~
I've been touched, but
there's no feeling
that would make me mortal
layered in on guilt
on fear
so strong
my nerves would say,
"It's about time. We've been waiting for you."
An unmovable commencement
until I can't breathe
I can't speak after
I change the position
of the tassle on my cap
I hear the speech of self
talk on
good job to the escaped idea
the jogging dreams
~
What does fear look like?
Avoiding you, my pen
my sword against my fingers
The pacing back and forth at home
until my slippers give imprints to my polished floors.
The meow of a can in the highest tree
The saliva flying on your leg from the snarl and bark and sharp teeth of the
neighborhood dog.
Just because he feels like it.
If I were a driver, seeing the brightest light, but thank GOD,
no head on collision
Someone withdrew every dollar that I had in my bank account
I'm eating my last meal while the executioner is walking down the hallway
I open the cabinet and there is one can of beans left
I can't breathe with my oxygen mask on
I can't swim up to the surface
There are rocks below while I'm on the highest cliff
That tombstone has my name on it
Yes, I remember the movie, Jaws
Pause...
~
I would be your lip
that holds the end of the cigarette
the motion as you puff
and seesaw your existence
The rocking and swaying
while trying to survive this rainy evening
To you and your friends, this corner is home
But to the outside world, this block is failure's row
The absence of circulation
you can't feel your toes
You're rocking and swaying
to dodge raindrops and the cold.
About the Creator
Taisha Dent
Greetings and Peace, my name is Taisha. I am from the Bronx. I have been writing poetry since I was in Junior High School. Poetry helped save my life. I look forward to sharing some of my work with you!




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