Mirage, Marriage, Memoir – Poem


Mirage
He looked good and had a lot
So, she entered the mirage
Only, she had failed to notice
Ugliness & lack, inside

Their mirage turned to a marriage
From hell – especially for her…
Technically, it was not a marriage
She was not the only girl

Damn! Had she known before
Man! Had she shut that door
Now, things are not as they were
And there’s another… inside of her

They remain together
Every day is deader
Well, at least for her
He just doesn’t care

She is black & blue,
Although born to the white race,
With red cigarette marks
All over her face…

‘She’s such a good girl’, they say
‘How?! She doesn’t smoke’, they ask
They don’t want to dig too deep,
She feels safe behind her mask…

Many years ago,
Mum & dad (without a dime)
Saw their ‘once upon a time’…

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Very quickly, in one voice,
They approved her choice
They knew she would share the good life
‘Yes, our girl’s a rich man’s wife!’

Only now,
There’s too much drama
For daddy and mama…
And,
They feel like she failed
Because money’s still scarce
They do get their share, but
they spend & they spend…

She is all alone, except…
There is Another inside of her

She is finally getting there
Tired of sweet little lies
Turned to big & bitter crimes
She is bound & very tired,
But she can pretend no more
Keeps on choking on his waves,
But she’s swimming to the shore

There’s a miracle there, for her
Husband doesn’t want divorce, but he doesn’t care
Technically, he is not her husband
Coz she’s not the only girl

Now, she knows…
A graveyard may look like a park
Until you see its grave stones…
Finally, she’s been hurt enough
He’s fractured enough of her bones

Mirage turned into a marriage
Is becoming a memoir…
He will need to find an ashtray
To extinguish his cigar.

Taken from my new book “Love, don’t Fear – Poetry Collection”

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About a Girl who Never Smiles


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There is a girl who never smiles…

Her skin is flawless and her lips are smooth

Oh yes, there is always a man by her side

He seems to adore her, she remains aloof…

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This man worships her and her flawless skin

And he loves to love her dependence on him

Yet, although a master in the art of enticement

There is still no rest for her tired soul….

She needs a lot more than she can get from a boy…

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So she drinks his life just to fill herself

Yet, the more she takes the emptier she gets

So now she provokes him to use and abuse her

filling up her emptiness with drama and pain…

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She becomes a woman, a lover of sorrow –

A slave of wrong touch, a slave of wrong words

Soon, she disregards the way she was made

and begins to swing from a boy to a girl…

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They call her a man eater and a femme fatale

She becomes unconscious from all of her lies…

She reaches the place where even her face

No longer hides failure of her mother Eve…

Where her own mind starts tormenting her

Yelling “Your blood might be positive…!”

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Desperate for answers she gives drops of it away

Then, she waits for a piece of paper to decide her fate

Now, she prays a little prayer – a prayer of tears…

Negative! The paper says. In and out, she breathes…

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She is ready… to be one with a man of her own…

She is ready now to be with him, and to let him go…

Although her desire is still shy and silent

It is heard and is granted by the Most, Most High

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They are drawn to each other

She becomes His wife…

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To her, he is not a cushion, nor a fashion statement

To him, she is not a toy, nor a sexy girlfriend

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They are made from the same and true spiritual soil

She belongs to him… He’s the One for her soul

And He is her husband, and she is his wife

She may look like same old her, but… I saw her smile.

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