Touched

Junior Mboweni

Handcock
Hancock
She says John Hancock or get a handjob
She met many who payed to play and then kicked rocks

 

Text messages and back scratches
A missionary, In and out addresses 
Picked out good mattresses
You get what the balance is

 

She juggles a few who she has by the jugular
You could scram or flip, she's good with the spatula
Gotta admire her
Her love is spread like wildfire

 

Pieces of her left leave a trail
That circles back to a time when she was frail 
When she failed to fight and ships sailed
Touching how at 6 years old she read loves brail

  • Author: June Winter (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 21st, 2022 02:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    (reality, can be so cruel
    so many lament
    their assumed lack of beauty
    and yet
    so many, are cursed to a life
    of ill-fated, inhumane abuse
    from such a young age
    helpless, defenceless, blameless
    yet
    we see them, decades later
    irreversible, bruises
    now sharpened to poisonous
    thorns
    and sucking our thumbs, we
    lament
    them
    for doing, what they must
    to simply survive, the nightmares
    endlessly, replaying on repeat)
    I laud the depth of your empathy, dear Poet
    I aspire for your level of humanity
    thank you!

    • Junior Mboweni

      A friend of mine says when poetry gives you a voice give your voice to others... I love how you dissected the poem in a way I wouldn't, it's almost like a poem on it's own. I normally write according to what I'm feeling, sometimes it's best to write from experience, yours... Anyones... Anything that draws connection between what's written and what's felt. Maybe that may help you too.

      • L. B. Mek

        wise words that I'll try to heed, dear Poet
        thank you!



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