This is a poem I wrote a few years back and just got around to editing. Sometimes I go through my old work and have to ask myself, "I wrote this?" (Btw, that can be good/bad.)
She wore pearls draped from her neck
Her boyfriend bought her
Louis Vutton on her shoulder
Prada’s on her feet
His evaporated kisses collided with
Mascara and tears on her cheeks
He dumped her today
Told her “You’re too good for me”
An excuse she’d never understood until now
You see when she met him
He had chocolate skin
Chocolate eyes
Chocolate lips
Candied kiss
The baggy jeans
Bling on his wrist
Money rolled crisp
Or the project in which he lived
Had never mattered much to her
Never occurred
That he could be a hustler
Or smutting her
And that “excuse me sir?”
Had him captivated
Before her lips formed the e
She said, “I don’t know where I’m going, can you help me please?”
And he replied, “Walk 2 blocks east, make left on that street, my cribs the blue apartment building, meet me there at three.”
Good girl versus thug
12 rounds, She’s a K.O.
They fall in love
Unprepared no
Boxing gloves
There were battles
They fought for normalcy
She fighting for "that negro is no good"
He warring for "shorty is TOO good"
Love is simple between them
Resembling good things
Like flipping over Cherry Marino’s Icees
To savor the bottom extra frozen part first
Quarter waters
And sidewalks
Red tongues
Drinking 250 calorie soda C&C's
Through sour power straws
Turn bodegas
To bedrooms
Suck face turns lethal
They love hard
Passionate
In the middle of lip lock
She bats off butterflies
Stomach queasy
Heart racing
While he stops
Halted
Realizing she won’t be here forever
This feeling won’t last
She’ll be in school soon
He’s missed too many days to catch up
She only has that much free time to stay in love
Arguments Thunder
Quiet space between them
Turns eye of the storm
She posing, “Why not?”
He posing, “Why now?”
She had so much ahead of her
Too much light in his darkness
The cocaine in his pockets pure like her intentions
Corner where they met, his soon to be resting place
He wanted more for her smile
More for her mind
As he watched her back drift away
Leaving him behind
Wearing those same pearls from her neck
He'd bought her
Louis Vutton on her shoulder
Prada’s on her feet
His evaporated kisses collided with
Mascara and tears on her cheeks
He runs
She hears footsteps near her
She turns
Rubbing eyes to make
The sight of him coming towards her clearer
He pulled her close
Pulling his fingers through her hair
She's screaming,
“It doesn’t matter what you are,
I don’t care.”
As the city sounds
Embraced their sniffling
Pulling her away from him
He replied, “You're gonna have the world baby,
for you I want nothing less.”
As a car rolled by,
Window rolled down slowly
A bullet marked for him
Went straight through his heart
and into her chest.
-riv-
6 comments:
I love it!! You have such a great perspective on the struggles of both parties in the relationship. Such an unbiased lense on the choices in life of both lifestyles. This poem made me feel warm.
Riv, amamzing metaphors from a while back...sad ending. Yet the picture painted is beautiful nonetheless.
Wow...you are one of the best at telling a story, flat out! Your words are moving pictures.
Three of my favorite people commented today. That means the world to me...it truly does. ;-)
-riv
Love it!!!
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I love that you finally finish this! I still tend to love the guy's perspective. You're always encouraging my to write a better stories by stories like this!
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