EpedemicA Poem by tamemei
I have no heart for idle conversation
My eyes are torn open too wide To close at the caress of ignorance My ears abused by the lashing Of hooked tongues that aim To sink into soft flesh, refusing To let go. Sometimes I imagine bruises on my face From invisible fists making skin tender O! How I'd rather feel their blows than feel The tug of a zipper being pulled shut Over my lips and the tray balanced On my head, being still as a porcelain doll. Conventional delight is little More than the sugar cubes for the teapot, just as heavy as a porcelain dish full of the bricks that built this home. America has no heart for me! O home of the free where voices Meld in a crucible of suffering How we have grown from it! After thousands of years the roots Should be sunk deep enough in the Earth to Pierce out the other side and form gnarled domes, shelters for every man, woman, and child Have we not suffered enough? I pat the unsavory answer from my mouth Staring at the lipstick stain on the corner Of the white linen and wonder How my neck can hold these pearls A dazzling collar to choke any words My lips could think to speak in answer In this eggshell, already cracked Like the dirt on your hands The smell of another man's dollar On your shirt and your eyes that try Too hard to hide the red rash of split skin from blasted heat, the glow of the hammer That glazed them with incessant light Three generations sit at this table Exchanging words like blows My mouth, moves as they want My tongue, molds words as they want My head nods as you talk of people Finding their answers through the thick glass Of a vodka bottle, filtering kaleidoscopes Onto their eyes that are ripped from one side of their head to the other And I wonder if there they find, in scattered spectrums of color A heart for idle conversation. © 2014 tamemei |
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Added on April 21, 2014 Last Updated on April 21, 2014 Tags: Life, human condition, nature, women, oppression, freedom AuthortamemeiAboutWords are my wings to places my feet can't take me. I would love constructive criticism on all of my pieces. Thank you for taking the time to read them. more..Writing
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