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In Bed with Me #2

In my bed

 we lie,

all three of we,

 

a clone,

a ghost,

 and me,

 

pain roars for battle,

against

my unseen enemy,

 

to inflict,

the same,

 as was

dealt to me,

  

my spirit prances,

eager for a war,

lost,

before it begins.

 

against an apparition,

for a clone,

I do not know,

 

we dine,

my bond,

his shackles,

next to me,

  

across from me,

beside the moon and stars,

he sits,

 

a mannequin,

blood red,

 painted on grin,

 

I touch,

 but do not feel,

 

I speak,

 He grins,

 

here we lie,

a clone,

 lying beside,

a ghost,

who lies,

 next to me

******

#2

 

 

SAME AS HE

 Stream of life,

flowing through me,

capsize for all to see,

the same in me,

as he,

did not he who made him,

make me,

didn’t the heart that molded him,

shape me,

the womb that carried him,

hold me,

cut this shroud that covers my bones,

the same as his own,

drum of life beating in me,

stronger in me,

than in he,

so why,

him,

and not me

*******

I am a woman so I belong to my husband’s people according to my custom.  In PNG it differs across the provinces. So everything my dad has will be passed to his sons. I can not go home to my village unless widowed  or divorced. While other woman have they are at the mercy of their brothers. As for me, I have found my own way. I am happy with my life but sometimes it hurts.

I tried to stay away but couldn’t. This is my outlet, this is my vent. Thank you for all your comments. I cherish them.

Tick tock

tick tock

Body clock

tick tock tick tock

timetable shot

tick tock tick tock tick tock

still empty cots

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock

make it stop

tick tick tick tick

pleassse help me God

tock

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Been trying to have a baby for  a while now so this piece came from that experience.  I wish it was as easy as my 8yr old said, “just go to the store and get one.”   When I sat down to write it, all I could get was the clock ticking in my head.  

If you were me

 If you were me

Where would you be?

Would you be happy?

Or have a family?

 

If you were me

Would you sleep easily?

 And not have bad dreams?

Or flinch every time the floorboards creak?

 

If you were me

would you trust people easily?

Would you make friends quickly?

Or would you treat everyone suspiciously?

 

If you were me,

Would you forgive me

For stealing your virginity

Before you turned fifteen?           

 

If you were me

Would you hate me?

Would you run away constantly?

And would you refuse to call me mummy?

 

 

Out of reach

Out of reach

On a street a father sits,

Heart refusing defeat,

Next to him his daughter sleeps,

Tears running down her cheeks,

He’s called everyone who will listen to his pleas,

to help him pay his child’s school fees,

He knows he must give his child the opportunity,

to be educated and maybe get a degree,

He wonders how education has been so expensive,

that it has become a luxury,

So tomorrow he will meet with her teacher’s,

 to beg for another week,

To give him time to find the money,

so she can be free.

iyabara©2010