Inner MeA Poem by E.Gleaves
The Inner Me Is My Biggest Enemy
I blame my lack of words.
But, my lack of words
Places blame on my lack of patience.
Circles of figurative fingers
Striking out at each other,
Spelling out my frustrations in curvy lettering
Is my John Hancock.
Frustration is like my letter head
Disappointment is the font in which I type life.
A match swimming in pools of kerosene
Like the last second before bombs explode
It takes next to nothing to set me off.
I'll converse with the Inner Me,
I curse him.
My tongue becomes an insult flamethrower
I remind him of his every fiasco.
" How she'll never see you as more than a friend,
You'll always be the first to come in second,
You're aspirations are more like acid trips,
Or a handicapped n****s hoop dreams.
Not to mention,
Your skin is darker than your own future"
And every time I scold him,
Despite my anger
Rage and furry,
The Inner Me just smiles.
He simply stares into the mirrors of my eyes
And brush his shoulders off
© 2011 E.Gleaves
Added on April 15, 2011
Last Updated on April 15, 2011
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