I'm a G

death and disasters

 

 

I kept it legal

but the po’po’

kept it unjust

patted me down

felt me up

threatened me

arrested me

lied

like men in suits, and

men in the nude do

 

 

Ever have a blade to your neck?

ice pick in your side?

nails and needles up your arms?

 

Watch a knife go in your boyfriend’s gut?

slept with a gun under your pillow?

seen someone who took a bullet to their head?

 

Ever slept in a car?

in the streets?

in the winter?

 

 

In my arduous life I’ve witnessed death

heard it approaching

felt their cold flesh and a chill on my own

 

With each new scene

the flashbacks of prior tragedies spring forward

I can’t mute the sounds, or halt the images

in my filmstrip memory

 

Like a veteran, I’m ill equipped

to repress the agony of defeat

or, to celebrate a victory

 

I’m crippled

but no one can see it

my thin skin turns thick when pressure cooked

 

I’m boiling over with tales

of damaged lives

lives saved

lives that are no longer

 

 

What can I do?

go bet on a thoroughbred horse?

attempt to blend with the white stallions?

 

I’ll never have the American dream

I’ll be forced to eat lemon meringue

pie out of a plastic cup

 

I’ll cry when I listen to the woman

playing piano in the Great Hall

of the Cancer Center

 

 

These moments are all I have, really

to remind me I am not a ghost, yet

 

 

Mace in the purse

switchblade in the pocket

jumped twice

saved thrice

 

I am Cat Woman

living all 9 lives

I’m a G

my daddy’s a survivor of WWII

I am number three

 

You can’t tell

from my tan lines

where I’ve been

but look into my eyes

and you might see

 

 

where I’m going

Reviews

[Michael X]

Cole, loved this piece, your work never ceases to amaze me, the sheer depth alone
is an admirable quality to ponder, i could feel myself pulled in by the passionate force
of reasoning, as each delving pondering aspect pronounced itself as a main beam
thought supporting the structure of the writing, i could contemplate many analogies,
I'm a G" the title reflects the artist's eyes, as being the window to the soul, the way
your words mirror the heart, the free flow form encapsulates you knack for precision,
the meaning is touching, focusing on situations in life that shape reality at its core,
in tragedy, as the metaphorical creativeness leaves the reader in an ocean of imagery,
while the form defines your vivid, expressive, eloquent thoughts, beautifully done, mike

[Everett DeValle]

I remember reading this years ago...and I think that was the first time I met you...Oh, time flies. :)

It amazes me how your poem inspired me and my writings...you are definitely G'd up Coco. :)

[Colette]

dude...where does the time go? yeah we met back in the Starlite Cafe days, and it might have been longer ago than this poem. ouch!

[Everett DeValle]

Funny how time flies lol Il me plait d'etre avec tu.
Je ne sais pas ou ­ ou le temps s'est enfui. Oh, je t'aime mon cheri. To my French friend. ;)

[Julian]

Worth repeated reads this. Speaks of life and its many "injustices". No fair trial here huh? If given the time it deserves..lots of depth to dig into here.

[TL Boehm]

I'll never have the American dreamI'll be forced to eat lemon meringuepie out of a plastic cup
WOW. I don't know what it is but I wish I'd written that line. Its stellar as is the whole poem

[DUALFISH320]

I REALLY LOVE THIS ONE.....WE ARE CHUNKS OF THE SAME SOUL MY LOVE....CHUNKS OF THE SAME SOUL

[thecoolone52]

the rhyme sceme was kinda on and off but I liked the whole G theme....... i was waiting for a sick chorus but i still enjoyed it... I wish you woulda had Kells on this beat hahahaha nice poem

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Great poem!!!
I enjoyed every second of it!
Keep writing!