Black Poetry : The Child Within

[watzinaname]

LOOK AT ME
says she.
I've been trying to get your
attention to truly see
the child within.
I am tired of being ignored
tired of having my dreams
denied...You cannot afford
to be blinded to my presence any more.
Take my hands, yes, they're bloody.
Bloody from trying to claw their way out
of your prison, so sure, they look ruddy.
But my hands are your hands
so my dear, calm your endless fears
Can you hear me? My voice is hoarse
from screaming for all those years.
Piercing screams that should have awakened
the dead, but failed to even startle you.
You, who should have used that voice
to speak your mind, share what you knew.
But it was safer, or so you thought
to be akin to the mute.
Now others feel free to speak about you
in ways you can't refute.
Now, see the tears run down my cheeks
gaze into my weary eyes
as we weep together
transfixed, our sorrows hypnotize
purging us of rivers of disappointment
and oceans of terror, each turbulent wave
bringing us closer to Eden's shore
where we can finally embrace
the optimism of the past with the hope of
the future, perhaps now you can honestly face
the child within.
If you could only, LOOK AT ME
says she...

 

[PurpleMoons]

That is so beautiful Sister Watz!
You snatched me up with your words and held me close in your embrace. You sure now how to set a cold heart on fire. The sweet warmnest in this peice has captured my heart!

BEAUTIFUL!

 

[watzinaname]

To know that the warmness captured your heart means much coming from a poet like you Purplemoons. Thank you so much for that.

 

[PoeticAddiction]

I'm really feeling this one, almost like I can visualise your emotions as part of my own. Tight vibe xxx

 

[$$RICH$$]

the depth of these emotions flowing is felt inside my own reasons
tyte drop sis....