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Declaration of Self

Poetry By: Marilyn Jones
Poetry



Another short poem rated R for explicit language


Submitted:Jul 22, 2010    Reads: 123    Comments: 14    Likes: 4   


This is my declaration, my representation, my emancipation.

This is an explanation, a clarification, and above all, a promise.

Promise to stay strong and true-

This is my proverbial fuck you.

X X X X X X X X X

My solemn swear to individuality, my marriage to melancholy;

My divorce from normality and my separation from redundancy.

I'm no longer a virgin to hate and reject,

No, I'm the common whore of intellect.

X X X X X X X X X

I will beat down the walls of your deafened ears,

And be damned if I feel for your tears.

My voice will make you hear this world of lies...

God knows my heart won't bleed at your cries.

X X X X X X X X X

My hands will pull you from this lifelong illusion,

Withdraw you from ignorant seclusion. This is a fucking collusion.

Face the music and hear the bells, it's time you know real life-

Where we break out backs under the weight of strife.

X X X X X X X X X

Feel these scars, pockets, and time healed wounds. Feel suffering.

Trace the tissue chording, witness the bleeding, acknowledge the living.

Hide your flawless flesh, hide your purity.

This is how the rest live. Feel it in frightening clarity.

X X X X X X X X X

I will force your upturned nose to smell, smell what only odor can tell.

The stench of loss, the reek of deformation, and the traces of infestation.

Smell the lover, the mother, the brother, know they all suffer.

X X X X X X X X X

You will open your blind eyes, you will then see these lies.

See the dirt, see the grime, see them make a dollar of a dime.

See the hollow smile of a child, see her swallow in thirst.

See the goddamned yearning and craving. The endless penny saving.

X X X X X X X X X

Lastly, I will make you speak. Speak that you're spineless and weak.

Hear your own voice shake, hear yourself quake in shame.

This is why I came.

Say it, scream it, sing it in song. Admit you were wrong.

X X X X X X X X X

Damn straight this is my declaration. But it's your liberation.

Read the world as I do. Know the wrongs and rights.

Know behind all the lights are shadows of lies and silent cries.

Know we may be stained with blood and tears,

But never, never again be stained with fears.

 

 

 





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