Poems

Voodoo

Voodoo

Some of you treat me like a voodoo doll.

Stabbing, burning, and talking behind me,

hoping that I won't notice it.

I notice it, but you don't know.

Others treat me like the plague.

But none of you know that I, myself,

was a voodoo queen.

I have made a doll for each of you

One for you Émilie;

For your doll has been stabbed in the back

And forced to puke, to try

Try and get rid of some of your fat.

One for you John

A liar you are

A cheat you have been.

For this only the best doll will do

You doll has gone as far to have you

put a knife to your own throat.

Ignoring a doll is not what a true,

righteous Voodoo queen does.

You see, she leaves no doll alone

While you ignore me

I fail to ignore you...

You may claim to see some strange

mystifying woman in your

dreams.

Please know that this is not just anyone

So you do some research

You find that the woman from your dreams

is a voodoo witch.

What does she want with me?

You may never want the honest answer to that question

Because I know I don't.

Jacqueline, poor sweet, innocent Jacqueline

You thought by becoming my friend would solve and magically fix everything

You were wrong.

It eventually fixed my assumptions about you.

You being the anorexic, revolting, animal that we humans have the decency to call a person.

You got inside my head, I will give you that

But by letting you in, I got into yours much easier.

You let me introduce these

horrendous habits to you, only for myself to be there to help you in the end.

But I will say this, always be on good terms with the Voodoo witch