Poked Poems - Poems about Poked

The wound that never heals but continues to grow

...Skin broken cannot be repaired 
Healing is possible but trauma stays their
Invisible to those with a privileged eye
Visible to those who still ache and cry
Skin will cover what the heart won't sh...

Why us?

...Why as black women do we just have to accept everything 
Can't complain just accept the bare minimum 
Treated like mothers who didn't get a choice
Forced into a life of sacrifice 

Treated like ...

Battle scarred but unbroken

...Battle scarred but unbroken

I was captive in a silent war.
My body, the battlefield.
A quiet siege waged beneath my skin,
where cells divided 
and uncertainty grew.

This body, once solely m...

Poem for The Black Hills

...They bore the winds of time
as they rose from arid lands.
They sun poked past one peak
while my work crew waited
to move to another place on the highway,
and we knew the day would fade.
We knew...

Fulcrum of a Rose

...
Line of inquiry: track where lies the fulcrum of the fragrance of a rose, then likewise find within, your soul. By Unseeking Seeker

From whence comes the fragrance of a flower?
At i...

ARLINGTON HEIGHTS RECEIPTS AND SHOT RECORDS THE HEALTH DEPARTMENT

...JUST BEING A MOM WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI AT THE SAME TIME TAKING MY KIDS TO GET IMMUNIZATIONS WE WOULD ALWAYS GET THE IMMUNIZATIONS FIRST THEN SIT AT THE BIG RED APPLE ON 63RD AND ASHLAND ...

Old Paint in Old Tin Can

...
I pried with a screw-driver driven into a lid 
sealed with age, and rust, to crack open a 
callous retribution, set aside, tombed over.
I was curious to learn how much remained
and in w...

One petal alone opens

...
A lone petal unfurls
not a bloom,
not a flower,
no use to bees,
as one decrepit. 
It's on its knees 
trying to please
all alone.

It's an echo of a question,
yet to be asked.
It's a pose...

Why Your Cities Burn, Part V

......A jolt ran though the broken men,
like wraiths they rose, streamed for the door,
Gobayth waved them on until
nobody remained anymore.
They raced on towards the small hut
where all of the pick...

roses

...I clutch a batch of roses in my hand,
given to me by a blurry face,
one whose name i cannot recall,
i know theyve hurt me,
and im forever stuck with them,
and the stupid roses that wont die.

...

Do Not Open the Adventure Book Tuttie

...Do not open the adventure book Tuttie was warned
But warnings for this girl are often poked fun at and scorned
She could not wait for the prissy librarians to leave
Knew now what fun shenanigan sh...

The Curse of the Hopeless

...You hold someone down, do what they don't ask, fulfill their wildest dream, to not feel reciprocated, to feel you are being used, while your needs drift down stream.
You endure the pain; you accept ...

LCW

...Sometimes she would laugh.
Sometimes she would cry.

    her worries
she would never
                 complicate
                           into my life.
but 
       when worries complicated ...

Life on Heels

...Height 6'1", checked. 
Waist a breath, legs a line,
checked. 
Horned jaws, a sharp decree, 
checked. 
Weight, a feather's fallacy, 
checked.

Groomed, primed, pinched, 
poked, 
A porcelain ...

Attack of the 70ft Super Ego

...INT. SCENE 1 – THE AWAKENING – DAY
FADE IN:

It was born in a test tube,
Twitching organic mass, form skewed.
They fed it chaos and it grew.
More tests ordered. More data due.

They poked it ...

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