Crippled Emotion
The helpless child is my neighbor, though
Not very close; just by the closed next door.
Her appearance is grisly and vile, she's awful but
beautiful,
Her heart is a gift, she's like a bird who no
one knows how it feeds but we all know she feeds.
Her skin is beautifully wrinkled and she laughs in
her grieve and misfortune,
She wears patched rags, racked shoes and sometimes
goes wild and scary.
The bridge is her “lowly abode”
Other than that is a beautiful site where she takes
peaceful refuge,
The street is her home; exposed to beautiful vices
She cries but no one hears,
She wants a shoulder to lean on but has none
Except that one below her head.
Lost! She is and her future tampered.
She has no home and all alone, owning only a black
battered bucket where she cries out her tears.
To her, life's greatest treasure is to survive- she
lives just to survive.
Her existence is terror to those with plenty, no
one wants to help not even me, I think to her the world is being too
mean.
In her heart is a burden as heavy as the earth
itself but she smiles like the bright morning star.
All good memories have died within, all dreams
buried
Most times no hope but courage is all that
remains
Suffering is her friend, she doesn't want this
but no one to end it.
Her plans are tinted, vision embedded, dreams
impregnated, aspirations enshrined and goals subsumed.
Her secret place is full of tears and her closet is
a bunch of pain.
I saw her just yesterday with a black sack of
infested grains, bitter Candy canes, roasted cakes, solid glaze, hot mayonnaise
and under the heavy rain,
Her clothes were stained with contents of monthly
flow, she never complained, on her face was a beautiful gaze, she
smiled at me perhaps needed my help but I restrained into my domain for a cup
of chilled champagne.
Now yesterday is far gone leaving me with my
conscience; full of regrets and wishes that I had helped.
Is this how I will live forever? I heard she has
bitten the dust just yesterday.
Bright Agbonifo
My name is Bright Agbonifo, a poet and a spoken word artist from Edo State, Nigeria. Poetry has been part of me since my birth.
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