Two Dollars

Two Dollars

A Poem by HandsomeKenn
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This is my first attempt at a spoken word poem. However, I have yet to perform the piece because I am not 100% satisfied with the work and do not want to memorize something I am going to change.

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Two dollars,
now that they’re gone,
I miss her.
It’s as if she died and all that I have left
is the memory of her adolescent, innocent smile,
of her dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail,
with black rimmed glasses making her look more mature
yet reminding me on how young she really is,

and, when approaching to ask her and her mother
if they need any more water or, for her, another lemonade,
how her upright proper posture turns to greet me
with a widening smile, and how her eyes never leave me
until I have left the room and I'm reminded of Sarah Kay

as I wonder,
If I should have a daughter, I would...,

and on how, at the end of the meal, and after having said,
“Thank you both for coming in, I hope to see you again,”
she pulls out from her tiny adorable purse
and gives me her two dollars and I genuinely smile
and I sincerely say, “Thank you SO much” and think,

The mother better tip as well because that’s a sixty-dollar check.
But now she’s gone.

The place where she once slept is a vacant desecrated tomb.
I can’t place my hands on her memory; a vestige
residing only within my mind; I miss her.
My checkbook feels so hollow without her two-dollar reminder

that someday
I want a daughter.

I address you now, thief,
scumbag, pillager, f****r,
you son of a b***h, my roommate.
I considered you a friend.

I even gave you one of my journals for you to write in,
and now its pages are tainted with your betrayal,
with your words whose letters can only spell "knife" and "back"
with the former always preceding the latter.

You snuck into my room and rummaged through my stuff
and drawers and shelves for money
and food and weed and you found her.
You abducted her and made my memory a currency.

You wadded her up and shoved her into your pocket,
passed her from hand to hand to purchase a Pepsi or a Snickers,
or to be part of a larger transaction for something of lesser value
never knowing what she meant. No one will.

She is lost in a sea of meaningless currency,
perpetually sacrificed, so that,
on that day, I would notice her absence, so that
I would see you for the piece of s**t you really are.

Go f**k yourself,
I
still want a daughter.

© 2016 HandsomeKenn



Author's Note

HandsomeKenn
Again, this is my first attempt at a spoken word poem. So, I am quite open to any and all opinions, criticisms, etc.

I will say that my main influences were Neil Hilborn's "OCD," Sara Kay's "If I Should Have a Daughter" (obviously), Sabrina Benaim's "Explaining My Depression to My Mother," and Shane Koyczan's "To This Day."

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There is so much emotion in here. It's sweet, angry, wishful, and everything in between. There is all this hope and wonder, yet it is in contrast to the gloom of loss and death. I think it really works for the message of the poem. It really grabs the reader and demands they know what the writer is feeling.
Well done!

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

HandsomeKenn

6 Days Ago

Hey! Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to write this kind review! I am so glad you e.. read more



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There is so much emotion in here. It's sweet, angry, wishful, and everything in between. There is all this hope and wonder, yet it is in contrast to the gloom of loss and death. I think it really works for the message of the poem. It really grabs the reader and demands they know what the writer is feeling.
Well done!

Posted 1 Week Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

HandsomeKenn

6 Days Ago

Hey! Thank you so much for reading and taking the time to write this kind review! I am so glad you e.. read more
This poem is very good! I can feel the emotions in the poem and I think you did an awesome job 👏🏻

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HandsomeKenn

1 Year Ago

Thank you very much! I am so happy you enjoyed it!
The artistry is what caught my attention. It felt like a highly detailed painting of a brooding storm over mountains . When a person writes like this there's no need for flow or rhyme. You may not give yourself much credit but for me it was powerful. I felt your yearning. I liked that you attached so much sentiment to the two dollars. I think that that makes you a romantic at heart. Sure, it was only two dollars but to you they were the only two dollars that mattered ...because they came from her. They represented a dream and that in and of it's self is poetic. I liked it very much.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

HandsomeKenn

1 Year Ago

Thanks a lot, man! I'm definitely a romantic. You hit the nail on the head there haha. And, again, t.. read more

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HandsomeKenn

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Howdy, friends. I'm a writer who is still figuring out what he likes to write and, to be honest, I hope that never changes. I tend to write poetry, short stories (both nonfiction and fiction), and nov.. more..

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