![]() Obsidian GlassA Poem by Tinasha LaRayé![]() racism...i hate it![]() I am glass Obsidian, so you can’t see through me I burn from the fires of my ancestors Molded into the cacophony of truth and lie I am rock, crystal and glass sublime Resisting the obscene nature of natural emotions That run through my core I store up anger, rage and more Adding to my hardness Relinquishing my wrath To no one in my direct path So it seeps inward Singeing at my veins I live in pain For yesterday’s pulse Beating me upside my head Cause you can And I can never do anything about it Like they never could So I sit And reflect In cool waters I can never touch Pure And out of reach For dark, smooth, obsidian glass like me I swallow my spit And drink my shell Obsidian And hate feeling like this Like this… To be…to exist Is wrong © 2011 Tinasha LaRayéAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on April 27, 2011 Last Updated on April 27, 2011 Author![]() Tinasha LaRayéOKAboutI am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..Writing
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