Our Blues

Jealousy  
You make us slip into
suits of the children we once were-
with buttoned hearts 
to our sleeves
Lips interlocked like 
the sharp zigzags in closed zippers-

Skipping ropes of uncertainty and
playing hide and seek with our
buried insecurities-

We dig in the dirt until it 
turns into a quick sand 
where we are stuck and
our new shoes have been 
damaged beyond repair.
You damage us beyond repair-
like broken chinaware
left on mommy’s kitchen floor. 

We climb on mountains
of the piled past only to jump off-
and throw every ounce of confidence
qe thought we had 
like damp rocks into rivers
-and the ripples in the water are the only proof that we ever loved ourselves-

Jealousy, you play the saxophone to our Blues
Jealousy, you ugly bruise
Mesmerizing purple and black hues-

Leaving us scarred from 
falling off cloud nine- 
Until our scraped knees 
and ripped tees become a part of us-
and the ‘silver lining’ in the clouds 
becomes nothing but
the adornment on the side of His mistress’ dress-
I must confess- 

You make our demons rise
and self-hatred becomes a 
bandage we cannot rip off-

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Mohamed Abdou

Date: 7/10/2011 9:17:00 AM

It been quiet some time until i read another masterpiece maya..i really enjoyed reading this poem , i can truly draw "jealously" as a dark witch mysterious, wicked but very wit. like group of older kids bullying a feeble boy. Jealously is more like a disease then misfortunate

Ernie J

Date: 5/15/2011 4:51:00 AM

Done that, been there. Nice write. Learning to hate one's self was a slow process over a period of time. Learning to love one's self is a process that takes time if someoe is willing to do the work. Nice write, nice message. Good hope.