InfancyA Poem by IlongaTo live or to die? Do the choice, you little baby, You can choose before the doctors drag You out without any permission from you. Now look at me, you're little b*****d, You haven’t lived in a world, You're numb, you cannot lie, But I'm a liar, like all the others here around. Can you breathe in…life, love, responsibility? You’re without reason now and tired from breathing, You’ve been sleeping like a log having only food desire. There's no turning back! You'll grow to wake yourself, Does this world seem already insane to you? I spit onto the means moms undertake - They want to have a child selfishly for them, Having a heart stuffed only with the hormones... Now you must live, you little rascal, Which is like being in fridge having hot blood. Each day after you will be setting countdown counting the hearttbeats that will be telling that you're still alive...
Mommy'd say: I’ll wake you up, baby, I love you! I’ll wrap your skin to make your body comfortably set. I’ll measure your pulse to hear your heart circling your blood, Oh, let me kiss you, let me tease you on your butts...
The world's not beautiful, as she will promise to you... It will be harder and harder to breathe... But I'll be here, I'll help you, little child. Because I love you,I love the way you are! Don’t die in this frosty basement of being not yourself! The crust has already covered your body, such a pity. I’ve waited to cover your skin for far too long… Now family tells you fairy-tales for good night... Now they ask you which college you'd like to apply for... Then they will beg you to come up for Christmas... But you don't want to go... You still don't know why the hell you have been born. For your touch and your smile, and for your loving I’ll tell you everything I know about this world, I’m here, I won’t go, I want to allevate your pain... Remain with me…your eyes are so lifeless… Are you still dead? © 2013 Ilonga |
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2 Reviews Added on May 22, 2013 Last Updated on May 22, 2013 |