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Rinesha Blackwell Poem
It twas a dark and disconsolate night
I walked lonesome alleys, as I clenched myself tight
It was very cold that night, there was no single light
The ground shivered my feet, I’m in a need of heat.
I’ve ran away from my master
He can no longer hurt me, my life is in a disaster
I have nowhere to run, I have nowhere to hide
My life is filled with lies
Thoughts run through my head, I began to dread
My mother - She lied to me
She said I was safe and that she would come back
What she said to me was not a fact
I’ve been stuck with a stranger, that I do not know
A stranger that I do not wish to call a friend nor a foe.
Oh my, where can I go?
I’ve been stuck in hole and so has my soul.
How can someone be so low?
I have reached age twenty-three,
But yet I do not wish to breathe,
I wish to die alone.
I have nothing, but bruises to show.
My mother and this Man, hath ruined me
All I wanted was a family.
I am age twenty-three, there is a bump beneath these rags I wear,
Soon to turn into something I will not care for.
It belongs to the stranger, the man who put me in danger
I have a plan, that will end it all
Something that will allow me to hang tall,
I will end mine and also my embryo’s life.
Copyright © Rinesha Blackwell | Year Posted 2018
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