See Through My Eyes
See through my eyes and get me like I do,
I’m ruined by my hands yet handicapped in making mends.
Abstinence was my choice but hooked on am I,
Tears roll down my cheeks; eyes red from endless weeping.
I’m cold turkey; my God-given strength seeps through my pores and leaves my body shattered.
The smoke from the tobacco roasts my lungs,
Heart pumps on a low; blood turns black.
I need a liver transplant cause my life time ticks away.
My veins, tired and weak, take a break though my time ain’t near.
On my death bed I lay, repentant and resentful.
A child born blind, my fault.
I’m not proud to be the murderer of my fruits unborn,
Yet I seem not to be the decider here.
The society pushes me not to handle a child when I’m one myself.
Try as I may to be a virgin, I am ambushed by greedy tigers who won’t let me be.
See through my eyes and get me like I do.
Countless times I am tossed and turned by society,
I desperately want to change, but I can’t.
Please don’t push me to hell! Teach me the best way to live.
I deserve some paradise too.
See me through my eyes and get me like I do.
Copyright © Deborah Chukwu | Year Posted 2024
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