The Writer In Me Wants You To Know

I hope you find a way to forgive me mama
I've grown to be bad but blessed- more of the former
good sustains but crime makes me warmer
when my demons speak, everything gets slimmer.

Your beloved son has dropped way down from the best
I'm left only with the devil to contest
a being who is to himself, a pest
sustaining himself only when the town is hit with unrest.

All over the news is reported, the bank Job
the mastermind behind this is my friend Bob
in our notorious restroom he is the bathtub
so, on a big bank, just five young men successfully rob.

Guilt has become a wealthy landlord and ready to let
scenes from the robbery have glued my mind like magnet
I'm dangerous and filthy, but I never regret
the writer in me wants you to know, I won't forget.

Dear mother, you and myself, I betray
I've constantly exposed my life on a tray
and the future is as unclear as shady grey,
mama, please, never stop to pray.

I've made the heavens stop pouring snow
my no is yes and my yes is no
yet, I still write poetry even while this low
and the writer in me, wants you to know.

I have written a hundred poems and a few prose
danger is my twin and nothing comes close
you've trained me well with nurturing overdose
here I am giving you so much pain instead of rose.

It may have been better if I was a daughter
learning more to be homely when I was riding a scooter
I remember when simple courage, I could not muster
now, I simply pass a stream and it becomes dirty water.

I have left so many clues for the law not to miss
don't spare me this time mama, please go ahead and hiss
make sure my action and it consequence passionately kiss
the writer in me, wants you to know this.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Suzadail Jr. Avatar
December 1, 2022 at 3:12 PM
We seem to be our own harshest critics. I loved this one as a person who fights with his conscience daily. I don't get on here that often anymore. Usually when I do, I find a gem like this one.
Makama Avatar
May 31, 2024 at 8:31 PM
Yes Vince, you are right. Thank you so much.
Delaney Avatar
September 25, 2022 at 5:36 PM
Well Funom; haven’t seen a poem from you. Hope all is well. Check in when you can. SuZ
Makama Avatar
May 31, 2024 at 8:31 PM
Hello Suzanne, thank you so much. I have been on a hiatus, but now I am back.
De Beaulieu Avatar
August 9, 2021 at 12:40 PM
Hello Funom Makama, Wow! A great poem for the contest. Enjoy your day my friend.
Makama Avatar
August 24, 2021 at 10:07 AM
Thank you so much Darlene
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