Leslie Alexis

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Part 4 - Humility, King Of - Poem by Leslie Alexis

Crown me, will you, for I was born a king,
Because of that I’m worthy of my throne.
I am a king because of fathers’ moan,
My ruling is designed to erase his sting.
Ah! Faster than bullets the whips did swing
How they cut through my skin, stuck in my bone
Unless it were you, how could you have known?
Today I am afraid of the slightest zing.
But I…can I control? I don’t think so.
For I’m afraid to hold the whip; nettles
Often entwined upon the sycamore
And such pains never leave; instead settles.
My pains; my crown I deserve even more;
One made with earths finest- the rare metals,


Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 30, 2010



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