Suicide

Suicide

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé
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Black on Black Crime....

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My brother murdered me today

With his embarrassing display of what it means to demand respect on the street.

Buffoonery under the stoplight.

Eyes green with go-power to destroy himself.

No contempt for his skin,

For the lineage he's in.

 

I - a standing mirror

Look on with confusion and sorrow.

Begging for tomorrow that won't come.

For my brother walked to my side

Filled with rotten pride

Turned before me and looked at himself.

Caring more about the shine than the reflection,

He lifted his gun and aimed in my direction.

Wincing, I - the mirror could do nothing but stand and attempt to deflect what we all knew was coming.

Staring at himself

He pulled the trigger with his eyes

Blinked 7 to 8 times

And erased me from his mind.

 

I - Shattered glass

Murdered from his hate

Death cry

Blood in my tears

Screams from the years of repeated, un-repented destruction

 

Suicide

His skin is mine

My tears are my own

His lack of shame is full grown

And his time left…unknown

He is me

And I am

 

Gone.

© 2010 Tinasha LaRayé


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Tinasha LaRayé
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stunning piece of writing~ grabs the psyche from line one and grips it something fierce in the devastating human drama unfolding line by line~

Posted 13 Years Ago


Nice read

Posted 13 Years Ago


powerful writing in free form poetic prose
May I suggest A good source book would assist your structure.Miller Williams "Patterns of poetry"
You have the talent but need the tools

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Added on August 6, 2010
Last Updated on August 8, 2010
Tags: Black on Black crime, murder, guns, violence, reflection, hurt, pain, buffonery

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Tinasha LaRayé
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I am because my mother birthed me my father planted me my God created me. Life has unfolded for me in 29 chapters so far with two brothers a smile and a few good memories to show for it. I am because .. more..

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