God's in the details, I plan against trauma. Perhaps the divine sent this man to find karma.
I'd ordered a tall glass of non-alcoholic to look like a damsel in search for the drama.
Like a moth to the flames, as I started the game, right into my vicinity company came.
He offered a drink without offering name. Soon his confident visage would wrinkle in shame.
I'm a college girl, acting as dumb as he thinks that I am, so I calmly accept with a wink.
His wallet was fuller with money than bee hives of honey. He may be the type that I seek.
I turned in my chair; might a capsule now sink...will the horse lead to water decide now to drink?
As I figured, although without even a clink, in my ears I did hear the expected "plink-plink".
My schedule now tainted with forced confrontation, to tarnish his image or destroy as a plaintiff?The thoughts circled slowly and calmly. I waited to usher a scene and maintained conversation.
"You wanted to do this!" I screamed to myself. In my arrogance I hadn't factored in help.
I pray for an angel. I thought I could tangle with malice. I find myself softer than felt!
With building serenity, I acquiesced to the responsibility now on my chest.
I turned with the notion to scold with respect, but a woman approached set to serve and protect.
"My friend wants to join us both for awhile." My voice never faltered, I managed to smile.
The girl who had come wasn't playing to lock him away. His blood stained the face of the tile.
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The Wall Which Cannot Break
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I submitted to Button Poetry's 2018 Chapbook Contest. It focuses on gender inequality, the oppression of females, and the struggle for women to break the wall built between them and men to keep them below.
