ACRIMONY

I am a mere accessory

Clinging to your wrists like destiny to a man's will to survive

I thrive only because of you

Recluse and

Taboo to any other use outside of your worlds definition of purpose and view

There isn't a moment I don't look at you

And back to me

Then back at you

And then back to me

Watching as i allow myself to sit there

Precious stones on hand

Damned in place for all eternity

Supposedly

In sickness and in health

Till death do us part or until the succubus comes to extract your soul to the depths of hell from which you rose

Whichever comes first

The latter of which soothes my wrongs

Igniting my rights from a colorless white to a fragrant green

Hopefully

Poetically like one of Mozart's symphonies

It is then I am sure to find your art

That same art lost in us both

Choked in the bottom of the throat of the fat lady that was supposed to sing

Withering in hand spun silk dreams that were as valuable as cotton

And passed for fine fabrics

THAT died a while ago

And it was not poetic

THAT death was threaded between moments I regretted

Red flags i turned blind eyes to

Whips I mistaked for belts

Punishments I subjected myself to

I once thought i had to stay

I thought i could not choose to fall away

Loosening the krazy glue on the bottom of my buttercups like a costum jewel

I ALLOWED myself to be fooled into another mans dream

A Ponzi like scheme set in modern day America

But what I did do right was hope

Hope to be just as raw raggedy and rigid as untouched stones

instead of precious

Hope

Hope to rise like A phoenix from the ashes of my despair

set ablaze by the flames of my worries and cares

Hope

Hope to not be the sorry son of a somebody committing the felony that would someday end you

Hoping i could simply get away from you

Until hope became reality and thus you became the fool

The master turned tool to step from plateaus to valleys

From valleys to mountains

From dry land to endless aquatic bounty

And you thought you had me

Until I got free

THAT devil thought he had me until i got free

THAT man didn't know me until I got free and could finally see me for the all encompassing world that I AM

 

IVANNA

 

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world

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