It was either the scissors or the bottle of bleach.
I chose the scissors and it turned into a form of liberation. An emancipation day significant freedom.
It was more than letting the hair go but a shedding of the shackled weight, which was slowly suffocating.
My nostrils of life are slowly allowing in oxygen. Thumbelina is pushing through.
Decaying network of evil, see them
breathe their diseased work on the
ideal impressionable young yoke.
Family values are weak from assaults
day in and week out from terrible gossip.
When weed is your best friend,
the deed is almost done. Help!
Is that the keys, handed down to
Eve, to multiply fruits to torture others?
Who made those community legal?
Stop, you cannot weasel your way
through my needle of choice.
Please, leave my different ways, different.
Let me be, be me. Free to choose only three
as friends because mama said 3 is a crowd
and I just want to stay out of trouble.
Day 7 of WordPress poetry class with the ‘Ballad.’ For our prompt today, Neighbours and the literary device ‘Assonance.’ My poem speaks on my interpretation of the place, I call community. Sadly it is a negative but the truth shall set me free, yes free indeed.
As always, I leave you with the other poems from class: Day 1, Day 2,Day 3, Day 4, Day 5 and Day 6.
I leave you with a question: Do you live in a neighbourhood where you notice a slow decay (people mannerisms etc), does it bother you? Would you mind telling me about it, in the section below?
Even when they mock your moral compass. Why should you care how others feel about your decision to stick to a certain sexual orientation.
Even when you stand alone on the other side of a crowded street.
When they try to mock the little that you have but you know their behaviour indicate your superior.They have their riches but still furious at your rags.
Even when they are screaming that you are nothing. You see they want you to be just as them but you decline. Hence their devotion to hate.
Even when they set up roadblocks simply to defeat your goal oriented nature but just know one day your persistence will pay off.
Even when you feel defeated because the greatest had days they felt like giving up but they kept toiling on, so you just hang on.
Even when throwing words for you on the streets is not sufficient, so they find your blog to add more gossip to their buzz.
Even when you are the only one who believes in you because if everyone starts favouring you but you question yourself everything is still not A ok. The most powerful and loving person to believe in you is yourself.
Even when the universe rings its bell, one day someone in the future will learn from you, you can inspire and teach sleeping in a grave.
Just be you because you are important.
Throw all you can at me, huff and puff and blow down my house, Mr. Big Bad Wolf.
Call out my dreams like the Pied Piper, let them creep and follow you like zombies into the unknown.
I was once so naïve, travelling through life with my red coat and basket, eager to help especially family.
Alas, I got the Pinocchios, stretching their lies, gambling their fables for favours. Oh Aesop would be proud!
What is the point of all the tricks and treachery only to come back to me with pretense.
I am not that coveted throne but winter is threatening with its demons and games.
In the end if I am among the statistics, you can rest assured, I can die only once.
You heard me right. Yes, you can only take my last breath only one time.
Break my resistance, kill my opportunities, block the flow of success but it will not last forever.
If only death can bring release, then do not gloat, your reign of dominance is complete.