Wanda Swim Strunk


Human Suitcase


you made My bones
Flesh and skin
you and him
A human suitcase
To put your baggage in
Lay your trip out before Me
Claim at times to adore Me
Yet I am the who unconditional loves
Heart worn on my sleeve
your Mouth wears boxing gloves
your full of conditions
Words that manipulate
Full of drama
mama
Making inside Me palpitate
you couldn’t have left Me anymore
Alone as a child
Could you leave me alone now
Find some compassion to
Some how
I carry you within me
Even without you
you don’t need to add more
Beaten outside and full In
The Human suitcase
you put your baggage in

Submitted: Friday, November 11, 2005

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  • Kimberly Strothman Anderson (11/27/2005 11:32:00 PM)

    When I worked at a social service agency we used to say 'save your drama for your mama'. It was very annoying saying because I believe most times our moms and dads gave us the drama we have to overcome to be victorious. (Report) Reply

  • Keiah Delu (11/20/2005 2:56:00 PM)

    this was well-written, your details thought provoking, felt the abuse and the anger...job well -done (Report) Reply

  • Max Reif (11/11/2005 12:01:00 PM)

    Your title really drew me. That's quite a metaphor, and it works!
    (AND, hopefully, if we're a suitcase, we can use our adulthood to UNPACK!) : -) (Report) Reply

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