like my fingers ,
deep in my pockets .
like my eyes
sunken in its sockets
hidden from every living ,
betrayed in my believing ,
causing my outward motioning
to be locked inside ,cocooning .
this is me
fighting my inner space
defeating my adulterant disgrace
trying hard ,
to save my face ,
maybe if i cover it whole ,
the moment wouldn't faze .
this is me
bringing down my skirt
rolling up my sleeves
and wearing that coloured shirt
this is me
deviating from black
even upon humanity's current attack
I'm speaking belligerently
to murder my enemy ,
I'm shouting on top of my voice
more than I can carry .
I'm being confident and free
even if its so scary .
I'm saying to take a hike
but my words are like vision ,
they seem very blurry .
no one can hear .
they're all in a hurry
telling me to scurry
bashing words i cannot bear.
but i am still here ,
going nowhere ,
only telling the sweet air
of my innermost despair .
I'm crippled .
I don't know why .
is it fear ?
is the evidence of my divergence near ?
or is it me ,
I'm i to blame ?
for not fitting into something so queer .
Now,i am left with curiosity's witchcraft
why did i die ,
when i should have just lived .
YOU ARE READING
queen. |✓|
Poetry(POETRY ABOUT MOTHERHOOD & LOVE ) You whisper "My queen " and I can only stare ahead because there's nothing for me to say except think of how much I'm dead Think of how so far gone I am I'm loose in touch with reality because I still see you sc...
