MONCIANA EDMONDSON (Jamaica, West Indies)

Some days I am a loaded gun
It takes naught but a light touch to bring me undone
Some days the darkness within,
My friendly enemy
She smiles and she winks:
Enticing me with fiery eyes,
Contaminating my truth with her brazen lies.
Don't you think this situation stinks?
What you wannna do?
What you gonna do?
Act crazy:
Tell them where the hell to go,
What the f***ck to do.
Maybe a Fight? Rip her hair out: bash his head in
But the police will knock at my door.
Can't pay no attorney; you see I am very poor.
So I will play it cool.
What? walk away, then feel like a fool?
But who will take my baby girl to school?
What do I say to my mom + dad
When I look into eyes that I have made sad
Come on you know what to do?
But Love is the word, my safety.
Then the rage expires ever so swiftly.
I smile, the darkness within kept in check.
Nope: wont go there, Love on deck.