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Tamika Diawara Poem
I am conceived.
Without caution.
Thru lustful eyes
of a married man
and the outstretched hand
of a woman---
Both seeking their
next injection.
I am born.
Completely unwanted.
Left in my hospital bed
to be cared for by
a stranger's hand.
Never to be comforted by
my mother's breast.
I am addicted.
Afflicted
with drug tainted blood
running untamed thru my veins
consuming my tiny body
so that I am never
at peace.
I am adopted.
Taken in
by a loving family
with children of their own.
Seeking no gain
but offering everything---
leaving nothing to be
desired.
I am lost.
Flummoxed.
Bitten by that need,
need to know my roots,
need to get some answers bug.
Only to be turned away---
again.
I am dying.
Slowly. Painfully.
Like heat from Venus
burning my existence.
Destroying any sense of hope,
desires or pleasures
that I dared
to dream.
I am re-birthed.
Not by chance.
I stand ready.
Alert of my power to change
not only circumstance, but
my life.
Copyright © Tamika Diawara | Year Posted 2006
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Tamika Diawara Poem
Words full of great ideas that
ease your fears and please your ears
that patches and snatches
your heart to pieces
releases the tension, give lies new dimension
pays no attention to the temporary contention of hearts
that you cannot unbreak
caused by the dipped in honey words that you once spake,
but
the rivers of truth are washing over me now
how could I not see then, what’s so clear now
evidenced by not so visible tears
my silent cries that missed your ears
the love that you gave me
secretly enslaved me
your name engraved on my soul indelibly
blinded me to the path that lay straight ahead of me
cause your love was so sweet
and your lips were so sweet
I thought I really needed you to make me complete
and completed I am
depleted I am
for your promises have left me
empty.
Copyright © Tamika Diawara | Year Posted 2006
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