appendages shredded, nothing

bookmarks life better, than scars, flesh

crescendos up my spine, and into

doors and windows, winter settles

enduring one bleak day at a time

faltering at fragile moments, 

gathering around acrid dumpsters

hungry, like starving insides

invoking courage, as I scour for food

just something, for the babies today

knowingly I succumb to my fears, steal

luck, left me bruised, a defiled loser

meals are more than dinner table debates

no, they are necessary for a mother to

own her assigned duties, and feel worthy

perhaps, next time the world is born, list

quest for survival as expectations under the

role portrait of a man, not prove manhood by

shoving shards into my womb, my ominous ribs

tsunami like remains of my esteem, now pledge

unlimited milk, honey and oats to feed the

voices of a million hands that shape context

wrongly scaled back, silenced by a loud trance

xtracting every circumstance, every vicious tear

yearning fulfilled, ceremoniously placed again

zealously into temples of force, betrothed


to survival, and sacred spaces





Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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