Best Sadchocolate Poems
Saint Valentine, supposed,
ushering forth with love;
your tender anniversary with a whip.
A chocolate kiss, with calloused hands,
assembled;
vacant, listless eyes without;
...neither seeing nor feeling love.
Every drop of corn syrup, unfed,
corpulent and fetished;
whose essence lingers 'pon the lips.
Every drop of ebony perfum, 'pon breath;
staining the love of virtue and couplehood;
staining the ignorance and denial;
whose fingerprints of a child
seep through every morsel you ingest.
You ingest pain, you ingest fear,
you ingest exploitation
and you ask for more.
You call it love but is it?
- Another reminder that the chocolate you eat or give out as gifts on this worthless
holiday has most likely been farmed and harvested by children working on a pittance and in
harsh exploitative conditions.
Every penny you spend enables this torturous exploitation to continue.
Form:
I clinged on to my mother,
and tightened my arms.
I saw the child roadside,
with so much of richness and charm.
I saw the chocolate in his hand,
and the furr jacket he wore.
he demanded on by one,
and everything his mother could bore.
He was carried and thrown,
ans swayed in the air.
He was kissed several times,
with all the happiness he was there.
I looked at my side,
i had nothing with me.
no charm and no riches,
just a dress with me , with full of stitches.
i had no doll to play,
not even a chocolate to eat.
a broken house to stay,
with so much of mud and heat.
i asked my mother...
"mother am i not a fortunate child?"
she replied "yes baby u are..."
"but the mighty god forgot to wrap you with fortune."