Me 3 Poem by Sona Wilae

Me 3



The sun rises in gleeful suspense
enamored jewels expel new life
tomorrows vary...deranged scars
stare back through cracked mirrors

I dare not dream...dare not seem
fruitful, as breaths of disdain
stain memories of young hopes
wide scopes, minuscule brain
energy, stashing nary hope.

Free my black self-esteem
steady wobbled extremities
too weary to reach, walk, seek
warm solace...counting me too's

Me one, two, three...to infinity!

Me 3
Saturday, December 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: justice,rape
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Sexual assault, and military sexual assault, harassment of any type are horrendous miscarriages of humanity! "If you see something, say something"
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