Sugarcanes

Sugarcanes

A Poem by Amaranta
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update on feelings while listening to joey bada$$ and almost done high school. TW for death mention, vague suicide mention, doctors mention, some negativity

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The purest child is made of sugarcanes.

I touch her seven-year-old hands, already scabbed and dirty,

I drip sweat from my chin, my chest, my arms; I am Kuan Yin;

My best friend was flattened like a grasshopper by an oil tanker.

Why do I want to go to class when I could skip? No one in my family

Has graduated; my father went to jail at seventeen,

I will fall, I will fail, I will fail. My best friends became lawyers and bankers.

I have a dollar and a dream, know what I mean?

Does our productivity measure our success as a person?

I sit and wonder if I will ever be more than my grades, 

My bank account, my job experience. This hollowness 
Persists in the plastic notes in my wallet.

The gospel of the road to happiness persists. Two universes;

Work and Happiness, interspersing after a billion years

During the lunar eclipse of office love.

What do I know? Poetry in word, voice, taste, touch, smell, love

This answer is a saxophone solo from the heavens above,

So will somebody please listen to my Happiness?

The early days coagulate like lamb’s blood on my summer-time hearse

This is it: my redemption. Audis and art and alligator skin purse

Was I this happy in the tent, in the chili fields? (Was there love before money?)

Family, togetherness and Christmas times of nothingness except

Body heat in our basement suite. Next time I’ll feel the holy paper,

The dream of my childhood, I’ll own this s**t.

Soon I’ll get to say go away, get away, ‘cause I made it.

To be honest, I never thought I’d live this long.

There’s this team of doctors trying to tell me the difference of right and wrong.

Soon I’ll get to say go away, get away, ‘cause I made it.

© 2016 Amaranta


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I came to read this because of the title. It is so unique and the writing is coherent. Very beautifully written.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Amaranta

7 Years Ago

Thanks so much!!
an unique write... im glad that i get to read and visit your poetry world.....very thought provoking for the reader.... very well thought out and well presented.... a wave of thoughts running through my mind.... full ratings!!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amaranta

8 Years Ago

Thank you!!

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