the world is not so happy with Me.
I've become a Disgrace,
not worthy to be a Scapegoat, the butt of
The Joke.
through I am Broken, and
I am tired
they are not satisfied.
what will It take?
a Dance to their communist drums
smacked with
Bare Black
hands. The swish against the taut animal Hide.
bab bum swiift... ta dum swiish...
carnal song projected through
rough throats
from inside wild hearts
carfully timed and ad libbed
Truth bursts forth
my feet are
Bare. Black
bruises mottle my heels and toes.
my pace slows
but they are still not happy
I am tired.
Author notes
constructive criticism...
I wish to revise this one, I feel it has potential.
What literary devices are used in this poem? How do they add to the poem?
Comments
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Interesting enough girl , I sense a beat and rythm happening. How are things for your self. i hope this is not a measure of what is taking place. nice to see a write.
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thanks
events of late are just fine... just the work of a pessimist
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So it's joke and not a joke.
It may be has a potential.
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thank you. I appreciate the read
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