Obsidian Glass

Obsidian Glass

A 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 LaRayé


Author's Note

Tinasha LaRayé
all thoughts are welcome, all critiques and suggestions are appreciated...

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Obsidian ugh.. how i can feel myself reading your words and running into the hard smooth surface of the darkness i can see through.. masterfully composed, the expression "i swallow my spit and drink my shell, obsidian...to be to exist.." very powerful stuff. Way to leave me reeling back from the pounding i just took running into the surface of your obsidian fortress. Obsidian, i want to keep running into you no matter how many times i swallow my spit. fantastic work!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


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"To be... to exist
is wrong"
powerful ending. you capture the feeling that so many suffer through so well. amazing write

Posted 13 Years Ago


wow i really love this piece, love the dark imagery you use to block out people out, almost like a defense mechanism, but your voice here is stong and loud
i love that duality
beautiful work here

Posted 13 Years Ago


the emotion is raw and precise; sometimes our intuition embedded from ancestory experiences makes its present known into mind; we see visual creatures interacting with one another through their relations of similarity and our differences are shouted out in silence; making one feel left out; singled out and all that is left is to stand out - because there's no way to blend in - just shine - like this piece - strong voice.


Posted 13 Years Ago


Using such sentence structure I think I would Aline to the middle but other than that it is good

Posted 13 Years Ago



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