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Reviews Requested- Safe - poem "A Conversation with myself"
"A conversation with myself"
The first time I knew I
was insane, when puberty
hit, horrible, changing ,
painful Puberty!
My inner voice?
which one, I have
many. chaos inside,
my mind, no one
really knows.
God? I'd like to have
conversations with god,
a god, any God but the only
voices I hear,insanity.
I would love to
hear the "word of God"
like those Pentecostal, snake
handling, tongue speaking churches.
or those Black Baptist churches
where Sister Rose hears the Lord,
"a collin' to her"
But no, just my many Voices
speaking in hushed whispers
and quiet tones. Or screaming at me
telling me people know,
they know what I did.
I sometimes feel like a boat
that sways and swaggers
and I'm not tied down,
that I'm drifting away
lost forever.
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