BEAUTIFUL SCARS
Sponsor: Laura Urbaniak
Many a times I have been asked
About my scar near my right eye
Proudly I say my mother gave it to me
Eyebrows raise high and a questioning look
No! My mother is the most adorable loving mother!
Not her fault but neither the doctor's nor his intern's
Nor even my small nails, the mystery remains
My mother didn't question nor give it importance
She said it could have happened by anyone
We are but human and such mistakes are not intentional
Moreover, it is honestly, the beauty of the soul that sparkles
Arguing or suing would not have taken the scar away
Quarrels reduce life and increase tension
I was a caesarian and I was brought to her all wrapped
Angel like with such a dark thick crop that the scar ceased
Before the joy of holding me in her arms after her health problems
I am proud of my scar, it keeps me one with my mother, my mentor.
THIRD
Balveen Cheema
November 23, 2015
Categories:
caesarian, baby, beauty, birth, tribute,
Form: Ode
I was ripped out of my mother's womb by caesarian,
Punished for years in purgatorial syatem schools,
Abused in a paedophilic cult until I was seventeen,
fell truly madly deeply,
They saw to that,
Bought a van tried to escape them,
they stole my home,
Put me in an asylum,
Drove me on like snow,
Acieve, achieve only cruelty,
Suicide six times,
Then artistic genius,
Burning like a gem like flame,
Drugs alcohol, homelessness fights,
Sleepless nights,
Fame world fame,
Immaculate conception,
then heavenly rejection,#
Insane,
Now 35 death at new year,
They say they will stick me for sure if I celebrate,
I'm not scared now,
As death is my victory.
Categories:
caesarian, lifedeath, me, death, me,
Form: I do not know?
Humans aroused with infatuation,
Two bodies entwined a new germination.
Help from a neighbour for one deep in labour,
A small complication and out comes the sabre.
Normal, caesarian or crippled at birth,
One more parasite for this heartless earth.
Struggle and toil to make the blood boil,
But in the end its back to the soil.
Dreams and aspirations loads of perspiration,
Very few make it, for they have determination.
By and by sometimes on the sly,
Man seeks a women, they say she’s weak?
But the power that burns between her loin’s,
Can dissipate energies from the strongest groin’s.
Mankind the frail for all their zest,
Cannot face upto that grueling test.
When life’s ebb yields to one final sunset,
Theres a new rebirth, it’s a life reset.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & poet)
Categories:
caesarian, confusion
Form: Rhyme