I dig my fingers in deep,
looking for something, and all
I come up with are candy wrappers my sweet teeth
shiney and dark, he showed me in between the brick walls
I didn't like his teeth
and I didn't like his grimy coat or his hands
through the pockets
and later I never wanted to see it
he showed me every day
unless I run real fast
and every time it stormed I used to hide
until suzanne from upstairs told me
god is bowling. god is switching off the lights
I don't believe her anymore because we learned about the
myths, and zeus throws the thunderbolts
and iris has rainbows on her feet
and I'm going to climb olympus all the way
out of the bronx
is what I told my sister, and she laughed
and patted her belly
no one climbs out of the bronx
your adonis lives in the project down the street
he is waiting to give you
a whole new perspective
so now I believe in the church of my momma and
my sister and her baby
rochelle
who cries at night without a finger to suck on
six different people throwing thunderbolts and making rainbows
and the old man is still pacing on the sidewalk
I live in a tenement
all my ten years
and the bad things stay the same
and all the good things come out of my momma
or my sister
or the baby's gurgling mouth.
A contest entry
- character interview by flight.
400 points, ended November 21, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
the fuuuuck
Comments
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i like this. though it was a little hard to follow. obviously there is more to this girls story. also, i would be consistent with the capitalization (the only thing you capitalize is "I")
peace to all ~flight -
wow that was a nice read. well done. really liked how the story progressed.
Just the third line, my sweet teeth, threw me off a little. Is there supposed to be a coma?
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I LOVE GREEK MYTHOLOGY and how you incorporated it in this poem.
isn't it such a great idea for a contest?
always, it has child-like elegance, even for a ten yr old.
how is AZ?
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It's cozily chilly.
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