Primed for Sin

A poem about a girl finding her way in the world that rhymes a lot

When she took a glance in someone's direction

and her mind swirled with conflicted perplexion

of their luminous smile and flawless complexion 

lead her to this affection

It was affection she did not want

The feelings she had caught

Were more than a lot

Yet she was not distraught

Yes, it was wrong by what everyone said

And what her parents said was over her head

She wanted to believe and yet instead

She danced around whatever they said

A crush was weak,

Something she could easily defeat

But could she really delete

The one thing that made her feel complete

Because when this someone was to laugh

She laughed too hard as her safety raft

As if her laughs were choreographed

But they were on her own behalf

At the extent of sounding cliche

because her admitting her feelings would be a disgrace

Love is so special yet so mundane 

You can't hold a hand if you're feeling afraid

Who has the power to assign

Which love will flourish and which must die?

Small minds like those are the people who get to decide

They get a front row to the murder of those who don't qualify

She was destined to conform

To the agreed upon norm

To the point that the mask she adorned

Was tattered and deformed

She didn't know who she was supposed to be

Except for a victim of normalcy

Her parents made her a guarantee

That with the lack of her thoughts she'd be happy

To be sent away in isolation

Took no persuasion 

Her mind bared it's abrasions

Her mind was invaded by Satan

That was the accusation

And yet nothing changed

As hours turned to days

And every night she'd pray and pray

Her ugly thoughts were go away

She was a liar though

When she sat down to pray, she was preparing for a show

Her thoughts were no ugly, nor something she'd outgrow

They were just a sinful tornado

Her thoughts didn't wander

And she never once pondered

That through all of this she was not the monster

But to who to give that honor?

They blamed it on Satan, they blamed it on God

They once even told her she was made all wrong

When she'd believe for even a second long

She'd think of her someone's laughter and she'd be strong

When she got out and took her lovers hand

They'd move far away to distance farmlands

And she'd go to her parents who misunderstand

Give them a hug, just because she can

So determined to carry out her ruse 

She got out of that place with no time to lose

She was about to see her muse

But then she got the news

A knife, a tub and a suicide note

covered in blood so she couldn't even quote

the beautiful words that her lover once wrote

Drowned and drained, no longer afloat

They called it a blessing

Without ever addressing

The feelings she was repressing

They were much too depressing

She felt it was a personal attack

Of course it had to happen the second she came back

At the funeral, the only one in black

Her emotions strutted around like acrobats

One year later, the most ironic

Her mother dressed in purple reading Shakespearean Sonnets

She said her vows completely robotic

And kissed the man who had her locked as a promise

Tears she passed as joy as he took of her veil

Managed a laugh while she talked and drank a cocktail

Her life was left hallowed, her heart was impaled

All because she fell in love with a female

Author's Note

how's the storytelling element of this, could the rhymes be stronger?, were there any parts that needed elaboration

Reviews

[billyjf]

I like the symbol of laughter.