Coming Out
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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
1
Views:
588
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Coming Out
Coming Out
By: Kionne Mitchell
What do you see when you look at me?
This tormented child stuck in a woman’s body…
What do I portray to you?
Pretty black girl, with brown skin and brown eyes.
But no one really knows the real me.
And that’s a good thing cause
I’m afraid to let her loose on the world…
Do I hide her behind my kindness and love?
Why?
Why do I hold her back…
Why do I keep her chained in the dark recesses of my mind.
She’s screaming…
Clawing, bleeding, at every injustice done to her.
Whilst the outside appearance is smiling in your face…
Do you see the black shadows in my dark eyes?
Do you know what lies haunting behind the mask you see everyday?
Yes… it is a mask.
Held firmly in place by all the lies and pain,
that seems to be a broken record repeating itself over and over
again...
Make it stop.
How many times have I asked for a reprieve?
Can you count them…
I can…
Deaf ears…
Blind eyes…
These are the answers I’ve received.
Why do I hold her back…
Why do I keep her chained in the dark recesses of my mind.
She’s screaming…
Clawing, bleeding, at every injustice done to her.
Whilst the outside appearance is smiling in your face…
All I see is death, and I welcome it…
I used to be afraid.
Afraid to go into that void.
Nothingness, peace, understanding…
Is that what I will feel when death will kiss my lips
And steal my breath away.
I long for it
Am I brave…
Brave enough to feel the flow of blood on my wrists…
Once more?
But it would bring you triumph…
My defeat, my death…
And I can’t allow that…
Why do I hold her back…
Why do I keep her chained in the dark recesses of my mind.
She’s screaming…
Clawing, bleeding, at every injustice done to her.
Whilst the outside appearance is smiling in your face…
What’s gonna bring me over the edge?
It’s coming,
I feel it…
How are you gonna feel when you see my façade
Melt…
When I unchain the darkness, and set her loose.
When the walls are down and the shit,
Hits the fan…
Where are you gonna run?
Can you escape?
I almost hope that you do.
Almost, but not quite…
She’s coming out one day soon,
Just for you…
This wasn't meant to be a poem... It was just some thoughts I was having that evolved into something else.
By: Kionne Mitchell
What do you see when you look at me?
This tormented child stuck in a woman’s body…
What do I portray to you?
Pretty black girl, with brown skin and brown eyes.
But no one really knows the real me.
And that’s a good thing cause
I’m afraid to let her loose on the world…
Do I hide her behind my kindness and love?
Why?
Why do I hold her back…
Why do I keep her chained in the dark recesses of my mind.
She’s screaming…
Clawing, bleeding, at every injustice done to her.
Whilst the outside appearance is smiling in your face…
Do you see the black shadows in my dark eyes?
Do you know what lies haunting behind the mask you see everyday?
Yes… it is a mask.
Held firmly in place by all the lies and pain,
that seems to be a broken record repeating itself over and over
again...
Make it stop.
How many times have I asked for a reprieve?
Can you count them…
I can…
Deaf ears…
Blind eyes…
These are the answers I’ve received.
Why do I hold her back…
Why do I keep her chained in the dark recesses of my mind.
She’s screaming…
Clawing, bleeding, at every injustice done to her.
Whilst the outside appearance is smiling in your face…
All I see is death, and I welcome it…
I used to be afraid.
Afraid to go into that void.
Nothingness, peace, understanding…
Is that what I will feel when death will kiss my lips
And steal my breath away.
I long for it
Am I brave…
Brave enough to feel the flow of blood on my wrists…
Once more?
But it would bring you triumph…
My defeat, my death…
And I can’t allow that…
Why do I hold her back…
Why do I keep her chained in the dark recesses of my mind.
She’s screaming…
Clawing, bleeding, at every injustice done to her.
Whilst the outside appearance is smiling in your face…
What’s gonna bring me over the edge?
It’s coming,
I feel it…
How are you gonna feel when you see my façade
Melt…
When I unchain the darkness, and set her loose.
When the walls are down and the shit,
Hits the fan…
Where are you gonna run?
Can you escape?
I almost hope that you do.
Almost, but not quite…
She’s coming out one day soon,
Just for you…
This wasn't meant to be a poem... It was just some thoughts I was having that evolved into something else.