Obsidian Glass

Obsidian Glass

A Poem by Tinasha LaRayé
"

racism...i hate it

"

I am glass

Obsidian, so you can’t see through me

I burn from the fires of my ancestors

Molded into the cacophony of truth and lie

I am rock, crystal and glass sublime

Resisting the obscene nature of natural emotions

That run through my core

I store up anger, rage and more

Adding to my hardness

Relinquishing my wrath

To no one in my direct path

So it seeps inward

Singeing at my veins

I live in pain

For yesterday’s pulse

Beating me upside my head

Cause you can

And I can never do anything about it

Like they never could

So I sit

And reflect

In cool waters I can never touch

Pure

And out of reach

For dark, smooth, obsidian glass like me

I swallow my spit

And drink my shell

Obsidian

And hate feeling like this

Like this…

To be…to exist

Is wrong

© 2011 Tinasha LaRayé


Author's Note

Tinasha LaRayé
all thoughts are welcome, all critiques and suggestions are appreciated...

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Obsidian ugh.. how i can feel myself reading your words and running into the hard smooth surface of the darkness i can see through.. masterfully composed, the expression "i swallow my spit and drink my shell, obsidian...to be to exist.." very powerful stuff. Way to leave me reeling back from the pounding i just took running into the surface of your obsidian fortress. Obsidian, i want to keep running into you no matter how many times i swallow my spit. fantastic work!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Beautiful work....your emotions flowed naturally and soulfully....I agree, racism sucks, and unfortunately part of human nature. I know and relate to your feelings.

Posted 12 Years Ago


A powerful write, full of emotion of various kinds...anger, hurt, indignation, defiance, and more. You express yourself extremely well, and with great poetry. Well done indeed.

Posted 12 Years Ago


the emotion runs a deep current that propels those metaphoric waves lapping along the surface. i can feel the swells that rise up out of a deep ocean of feelings erupt in a spray of thoughts. you articulate yourself very well

Posted 12 Years Ago


ur poem is really nice write, do have a look to mine "QUEST OF LIFE"-
" it is about how one neglects his life ,pondering about this precious gift of nature unnecessarily ".

Posted 12 Years Ago


Beautiful metaphor. I love the imagery and the general flow. Very nice piece :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Obsidian ugh.. how i can feel myself reading your words and running into the hard smooth surface of the darkness i can see through.. masterfully composed, the expression "i swallow my spit and drink my shell, obsidian...to be to exist.." very powerful stuff. Way to leave me reeling back from the pounding i just took running into the surface of your obsidian fortress. Obsidian, i want to keep running into you no matter how many times i swallow my spit. fantastic work!!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I agree with Omar. Every once in a while, you run across a poem that forces us to feel, breathe, and see the point the poet is trying to grt across. You got your point across. I loved it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Liked the elements of the write, first your descriptive plot in the beginning and unravel the rest for the reader... expressing the nature from within... Thanks for sharing...

Posted 12 Years Ago


Powerful... extremely powerful... I breathed, heard, saw and felt the power, the potential, in every line... It is true that what hurts us makes us stronger... You let your mind and heart pour feelings and turn them to words which makes your poem touching and heartfelt. The ending is strong as well with the whole poem. Very nice work

Posted 12 Years Ago


First off I have to say the title is what captured me, because I have a specail fondness for Obsidian. While reading this I picture this being read as Slampoetry, I am not sure if that is what you meant when writing it but it worked... atleast in my head it did. Overall I think this was a good piece. I will be returning to read some more of your work!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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