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Dchante Mckenzie Poem
Look at me.
What do you notice?
Skin. Bone. A heart.
I am real…but no one sees me.
Though I stand full and dark against the wall I feel as though I blend in.
I fade…into the wall.
But I watched you grow.
You run past me with a smile on your face and a bright Crayola crayon in your hand.
You mark me with the color.
As you run the line extends and I am defiled but it’s…
Nice.
Not that I could say much anyway.
After all…I’m just a wall.
A blank canvas for you to express yourself on
To let your sadness out on
To let your anger out on
But what about me?
Do I not feel?
Look inside and you will see the pipes that are my bones leaking from the weight of the roof I support for you
The boiler that is my heart pumping the steam that I breathe
But I catch it
As you walk by
If you see me breathe…
You’ll run.
If you hear me cry…
You’ll run.
Because, after all…
I’m just a wall.
I don’t want you to run from me
So I’ll just keep doing what I do.
Stay quiet.
But it gets hard when you have your moments.
The little artist in you emerges
And you find me
Waiting to use me as a display board for your work.
You find a spot and stab your art into me with a thumbtack
It penetrates my skin
I take it in
As a mark of your love
You are a friend to me
You are etched into me
But it’s crazy cuz it hurts
But if feels…so...
Good.
I don’t protest
As you stab another hole in my chest
The boiler is strong
So I don’t die.
But I cry…
All the time.
Seven…eight…nine…ten
Ten holes in me where you couldn’t decide if that picture looked better here…
Or there…
Ten bullet holes forever embedded in me accompanied by the bright red mark you left years ago.
Yes it’s faded but it’s still there.
You notice it but you pretend not to
You pretend to pretend that I do not exist.
But I’m here…and always will be.
Ten minutes of stabbing and you still can’t seem to figure out what I’m good for
Until momma screams “Child, just get some Scotch tape,
You’re ****ing up my wall!”
…momma did always have a way with words.
But not even tape can heal my wounds or mend my broken heart.
Time passes on and you forget me.
Everything else is more important to you now
As I fade to black
I still stand to keep the foundation up.
I supported you in the hard times
And didn’t let this house fall.
When you needed to cry
I muffled your tears from the outside world
But I’m still not enough!
You use me as a punching bag now
My paint is peeling and I start to fade
Into shades of gray
The beat of my boiler
Is starting…to slow.
And though you’ll grow older and wiser
And forget me
I still have those marks.
The crayon, the holes, the dent.
I will take them with me to my grave
And I will cry from all that you did to me
I have no soul anymore
I’m not happy anymore
But I will always smile for you.
Because I can’t erase the happiness you made me feel.
The scars seem insignificant
But I still feel
Even though you don’t think I do.
You gave me happiness…you brought me pain
And for you I’d gladly suffer again.
I’ve been with you since you were small…
But you’ll only see me as just a wall.
Copyright © Dchante Mckenzie | Year Posted 2013
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Dchante Mckenzie Poem
*Old poem that I forgot I wrote. Haha. I don't think it's as good as the last one I uploaded but I'm behind so here you go*
REMEMBER
Beauty is a state of mind
That envelops mankind
And leaves people blind
To who they truly are
You feel the need to be a superstar
Coating your face
With waxes and pastes
Trying to hide what God took His time to create
Your rejection of your perfection
Is the neglection of His vision
That He instilled upon you
Yet you think your life ain’t worth living
I got cuts and bruises down my hands and feet
I bleed oil spills but I’m still sexy
Skin dark as ebony, but I don’t give a **** what you’re telling me
Eyes like black holes so they pierce to your soul
Your misguided reality
Becomes your fatality
And your willing abduction
Becomes your destruction
You isolate yourself in a dark abyss
Where you reminisce
Over the existence you lead…
Yet your hands do not bleed
Your shadow doesn’t show
On the wall where you sit
Whitewashed like your skin
Cuz you’re feeling like shit
Drugs, gangs, and sex
Become your everyday life
Cuz it’s all you got left
And it’s all that feels right
Why must your absence be the cessation of everyone’s existence?
And why must everyone’s existence be the reason for your absence?
You don’t have to be zero in size
With golden-brown eyes
For others to notice
That you are alive
With all your hips and your thighs
You will cause their demise
With your dark chocolate eyes
You will be glorified
Remember your name
Recognize your existence
And when people talk shit
Don’t even bother to listen
Cuz while others just have beauty
You have that…plus your brains
You have that…plus your pride
And people will know your name
While others just give good sex
You give good conversation
You can strut your stuff
And rock the whole nation
You don’t need Next Top Model
Telling you that you’re fly
You don’t need Covergirl
To tell you how to get by
And you don’t need a man
Trying to take control
All you need is your mind, heart, body, and
SOUL
Remember
You’re beautiful
Remember
You’re chill
They can say what they want
And think what they will
He made you with a purpose
So go on and live
And to all of your haters
Forget and forgive…
I got cuts and bruises down my hands and my feet
I bleed oil spills but I’m still sexy
Honey, my skin so dark it puts midnight to shame
But I don’t give a ****
As long as you remember…
MY NAME
Copyright © Dchante Mckenzie | Year Posted 2013
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