Tell Me What You Want Poem by D Loveday Morris

Tell Me What You Want

Tell me what you want and I'll pretend not to care
That you are stripping the black from my hair
Tell me what you want, I promise you
I have already given you everything; even my black and blues
And if that still doesn't satisfy
Feel free to take the colour of my eyes

Tell me what you want; I'm at that spot
And if you keep bothering me, I might give just gift you with a slap
For I have taken as much as my patience can trim
And if I give you anymore I'll have to commit a sin
And I don't wish to be guilty of murdering
So please, tell me! There is no pleasure in suffering

Tell me what you want; look in my bloodshot eyes
I have had enough, don't look so surprised
It's been a long time coming just like a predicted storm
So please stop acting like you weren't forewarned
Must I now strip the grey from my hair
Or give you my black for you to wear?

Tell me what you want; there can be nothing new
I have already given you a panoramic view
Days, nights, weeks, months and years too
And now the lace has gone from out all my shoes
And if all that still doesn't quench your thirst
I'm tell you, somebody is gonna have to call a hearse

June,2020

D. Loveday Morris

An Extract from the Diary of a Jamaican Critical Care Nurse Living and Working in the UK