Epiphany Poetry Contest. Sponsored by: Constance La France
By Poet: "Words are very cheap. Actions are worth their weight in gold. Look for actions, Not words."
I have a great friend,
she tells the truth and will never bend.
We love going out,
shopping and eating makes for a magical day.
I help her then she helps me,
that is the way friendship should be.
She called me sister,
what an honor that was.
Then one very sad day,
I had an epiphany.
She was filled with lies,
I had been deceived.
I have a great friend,
she tells the truth and will never bend.
We love going out,
shopping and eating without a doubt.
wow she now tells me,
you are a much better friend,
then they are to you.
If I find out who has been eating cake in my bathroom,
They will be paying for a new broom,
And a cake a tin free of rust,
That will be a must.
I just hope they never learn,
What went on in the bedroom,
That would cause heads to turn,
While they were eating cake in the bathroom.
Cutting out a paper moon,
now in April not in June.
Eating ice cream with a spoon,
seeing TV moon at noon.
Now gluing it will dry soon,
to make a funny cartoon.
Paper moon is a balloon.
Black girls don’t get eating disorders -
And yet we do,
You may not see it but we do,
We live it, we breathe it - we are it
You say ‘a black girl can’t struggle’
I say ‘unlike you eating disorders don’t discriminate’
Our bodies are scrutinised - so what did you expect,
When you made a comment, and i followed through -
With results that you ignore,
Results that you score,
Results you caused - from your poor choice of words
Black girls struggle too,
Our bodies are the proof -
The truth,
That you deny,
But the numbers don’t lie,
And our bodies still cry -
For help,
Help that we don’t receive -
Because the world can’t believe,
That black girls get eating disorders too,
And how do i know this - it’s because i am living proof -
That black girls get eating disorders too
if i have to stay another day it might just drive me mad
im counting weeks without a change, its been twenty nine
i just close my eyes and hope i’ll wake up fine
i just wait and see if i wake up to clear skies
not every meal should make me feel this nauseous
but now every number on the scale makes me more cautious
if i don’t think too much it almost feels like playing a game
my score goes higher the lower each digit gets
at least i’ll never turn to cuts and blades again,
at least not while i still have some common sense
i’ll just try to quietly erase myself
or at least i’ll make some changes while i play pretend
i’m looking for ways to disappear without a trace
right now it feels like that’s the best it gets
all my thoughts and prayers remain unsent
all letters to a god i don’t believe in
but i still wish he’d spare some time to try and save me
if he created me there’s no way he could forget me
at least i know i’ll never turn to cuts and blades again
at least not while i still have some common sense
jalapeno peppers have put me down
I eat them in my dressing gown
cannot give them up, I like things tart
bit of a burn they give to my heart
my lala land calls me back to bed
way for me not to be overfed
when I am asleep, I need no food
a nap puts me in a kinder mood
Did Hannah See Bees? Hannah Did,
eating blue cheese with the big kid.
Noel, Let's Egg Estelle On,
about her friend little John.
They ran fast down the hill and slid.
We once called Dogs guardians of our compounds and our heart,
Heart of the household, warm as bread and bright as blaze,
Blaze that bowed at our feet in the inaudible obscure.
Obscure fell like a butcher’s shutter across the tetragonal,
Tetragonal where fidelity once flapped its tender tail,
Tail now dangles like a query in the market air.
Air profuse with starvation, a wolf wearing a hominid face,
Face of famine, carving memory like stiff bone,
Bone soup boiling where trust once had its residence.
Residence at the table set with silver and with disgrace,
Disgrace salted into every affectionate, rented inhalation,
Inhalation of a comrade we entitled as love before it became meat.
Meat of dogs have become preferred and delicious food,
Food for some people, for lunch or diner in homes or eateries,
Eateries' existing due to man's business of murdering and hating Dogs,
Dogs suffering betrayal yet they have been loyal to man.
Poem by N. Mugisho
Monday ~ it is off to work I must go.
Tuesday ~ the best night for TV watching.
Wednesday ~ tonight eating left overs from the weekend.
Thursday ~ I am almost to the end of the week.
Friday ~ I lived through another week, Hooray!!!
Saturday ~ it is a busy day washing and cleaning.
Sunday ~ a day for my Lord and me to talk.
Where did the time go???
seedless grapes go bad
johnny apples turn brown
tomatoes are tossed out
best produce in town
I love to eat and bake
pies if you please
and German chocolate cake
throwing out produce with ease
Food.
Supposedly so good.
Calories add.
I'm mad, you're sad.
The hunger comforts me.
It shows my success and victory.
ingurgitating is my deal
I do it at every meal
without thinking my mouth digs in
ensuring I will never be too thin
Dining out this week
dressed my best
and going Greek
was a disaster
dropped my moussaka
and spilled the rest
of my tzatziki
down the chest
of my new dashiki
a messy eater as a child
difficult I always was
instead of chew
I'd inhale because
it's not the thing to do
scavenger coyotes crave carrion
gobbling down roadkill of which they are fond
they will eat anything crawling, stumbling, dead or alive
just saw of pack of them, I think there were five
jackals are like their cousins the coyotes too
except they also eat berries, they especially like blue
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