Locks of hair, touch shoulders shivering with fear
The azure sky cuddles the orange sun. The morning’s here
With the early birds cry, she knows the mourning is here
Her soul’s canvas, a chiaroscuro of pain, a pastel of hurt,
Different strokes for different folks, so they brush her aside. Picture’s in-depth.
Sticks and stones break her bones; words mar her soul for cert
Little doses of death, little doses of death.
“Dreams are for sleeping, goals are for soccer
You will fill these shoes, but you won’t walk too far
You are a dime and for what it’s worth. You don’t amount to much
You will stand on the street and you will sell your crotch
School is cool, but class you will never get
You’ll end up like me, you wanna bet?”
Her mother gave her little doses of death
Father figured, he didn’t want to be a father figure,
He’d rather chase farther figures but it was harder because
He cavorted with ladies of easy virtue, and swallowed the harder liquor
Inebriated, he’d slam her on the wall if she didn’t heed his first call.
With every beer, he was ready to maul, and show what he had in stall
Father was a distant relative, and even worse yet
When he came around, he gave her little doses of death
Demons were her buddies, humans were her imaginary friends
They whisper in her ear, let tonight be the very end
Psalms in palms, No Debating, Lord my soul you’d soon be taking
Forgive in advance for every decision I will be making
So when Rosie’s death became her bliss the Sunday after
It wasn’t suicide; she just helped complete the murder.
Cause all her life it was doses of death, tonight she drank it all up
Tomilola
Wow! This is one of the best things I’ve read in a really long time. Never looked at suiocide that way, but this is good. Thank you for writing. Xo
Maze
Thanks a lot.
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Kennyce
It’s funny how often the little doses are administered in our world .. Nice one
Obinna Okechukwu
I was really thrilled by this piece of art!
I enjoyed every piece of it and especially the part that says “Father figured, he didn’t want to be a father figure,
He’d rather chase farther figures”. That was really a nice word play!
Nice work!
Maze
Thanks a lot!!! i’m glad you enjoyed the wordplay.
Ahunna
Ah, Moyo. So talented with words. I love this completely. And you should write more so I have more stuff to read
'loso
Interesting wordplay. But no matter what I will never condone suicide, some have had it worse than Rosie and they still lived to tell their tale. But then again, some are weaker than others. To each his own I guess.
Silver
I like how the poem progresses from abstract to objective. I can’t think of another word to describe this but beautiful.