Vindictive

by Yakari Gabriel   Nov 10, 2012


I know what some people
think of me,I know I am not
liked by everyone, and truth is
I don't have to be either.

I know I haven't found
who I am supposed to be,
that my words trip and slip
and create this certain image of me

that most times my tongue
is a two-year-old, unaware
of the sharp edges of the house,
sticking fingers in power outlets

I guess, I still need to be watched
sometimes, when I forget I am just
nineteen, and pretend I've managed
to know everything

life keeps proving me wrong,
but, I still fight to be right
between a loveless night,
and passion filled day
I learned how to wait.

but in those tiny moments,
when nerves get the best of me,
and my worst comes out,
I usually become a stubborn goat
crossing the street recklessly,
as if cars need to stop for me,
as if I run the show, the road and everything

I am a mess inside, and out
but I can assure you this much

I am not a vindictive woman,
I am not out for blood, I am not out
for love, but I am not out to harm anyone
either

...and I just wish the earth would
let me breathe sometimes.

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  • 11 years ago

    by The Queen

    I noticed the subtle use of end and slant rhyme, and alliteration in this piece to which I'm quite fond of.

    This poem has a message to convey which is dont judge people by the things they do, or things we hear about them, rather, it's about us exercising a little compassion, to give people time and space to work out themselves.

    Great piece, sweetie.

  • 11 years ago

    by Decayed

    That's a very creative piece, so alluring... And I agree with Noura, that part about child recklessness and outlets was so damn beautiful.

    Great job!

  • 11 years ago

    by Tara Kay

    Yaki,
    I love how you crafted this piece but also how you expressed yourself...
    I know that the brovado you show is sometimes a cover for how you really feel, and I love how in this piece you just laid yourself out and said, "Look, I'm not perfect, I make mistakes but really you don't know me"

    I kind of sensed a frustration here, and it just makes me want to hug you. <3

    mwah x

  • 11 years ago

    by nouriguess

    'that most times my tongue
    is a two-year-old, unaware
    of the sharp edges of the house,
    sticking fingers in power outlets'

    I just LOVE your similes. They seem to flow easily with what you're trying to say. Admire your honesty, admire your courage.

    Smart piece.

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