HELENA Poem by AkinloluI chose a girl but that's just because it's convenient. The subject of this poem could have been anyone, even me. Happy reading.
Her name is Helen and she's a genius.
Rape was a bitter stew served eight times before she was fifteen. Is it a wonder that life has been ominous? But she keeps pretending shes the model in the magazine. She's an ice queen with rough edges and chips on both shoulders. She ain't looking for a king. As a matter of fact, she'd rather crack his skull open with a boulder. She's looking for someone to love the woman on the inside. And to calm the tempest in her medulla But then she's mad at all males. She don't know what to decide about Abdullah. She's a tom-tom full of savage music, an iron hearted flower in blossom beside pools of acid. She shies from tenderness like it's poison. And counts romance as the entrance to a prison. She's fallen in love; but tragically declared a war on all men. Those dudes beat a quick retreat since she humiliated big Ben. He's the tenth casualty in eight months. She's told all males to be castrated or become hardcore monks. They refer to her as jasmine locked in a porcelain jar, a beautiful heart with a wound that left a bitter scar. She cries herself to sleep most nights. But they think she's an iron woman fighting for equal rights. She's thirsting for love but can't let go the past. She's a dandelion fragrance entombed in an iron cast, a livid tigeress with fire on her tail, A beautiful elf clothed in chain mail. Image Credit: Vecteezy © 2023 AkinloluReviews
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4 Reviews Added on September 2, 2023 Last Updated on September 3, 2023 AuthorAkinloluLagos, South west Nigeria, NigeriaAboutAkinlolu will not consider himself the best of writers until he becomes a hundred years old. In the meantime he strives towards becoming the best by continually writing poetic descriptions and critici.. more..Writing
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