Raihana Abdul Jabbar
Born To Please - Poem by Raihana Abdul Jabbar
The drowsy helium ball,
Shot a faint purple glow,
Hidden under the blanket of distant horizon.
Tightly wound into a spiral,
Morning glory woke up at the chilly touch,
Gentle fingers of light.
Unravelled herself into a trumpet,
Rich azure, beauty unfathomable.
Heart shaped leaves, and tender vines.
'Heavenly blue', they called her.
She was born to please,
Her mind swelled in glee.
Humming birds and butterflies,
Gave way to lightning bugs.
Morning glory, faded and curled,
Reveled in the twilight of her life.
Greasy hands laid themselves upon her.
A scrawny rat of a man,
Hovered around, sniffing,
Ripping. Crushing. Burning.
All at once, she was only white smoke, Clinging onto the insides of a lunatic.
She was born to please, indeed.
What else did drugs of leisure achieve?
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