.acrostic anger.


Look at me




Look at me

On the count to five hold your breath

One , two , three , four , five

Keep looking at me



And tell me

Tell me without drawing your breath



Mother

Every part of me you made a mother



Aching hips

Growing belly , breasts

And this you think can be sucked out of me ?

Ignorance , release your breath and spell your name

Now return to the beginning and







Poetry by EmelÚn The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-01-19 at 19:09

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richard ugbede ali
emelen, u r a strange and intense poet. what is it that makes you write?
2007-02-13


Richard
Congrats!
Hugs, Richard
2007-01-20


Thomas Selnes The PoetBay support member heart!
It will all be fine.

I am at times a great liar.
2007-01-20



One can sense the anger behind this text's composure.
Oh yes, let it out!
2007-01-19


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
this is a temporay phaze you look beautiful and its a lovely
poem
rgds mike
2007-01-19


Zoya Zaidi
Hi Emelen, this is really a very interesting Acrostic, funny yet deep!
(((Hugs)))
Love, Zoya
2007-01-19


Zoya Zaidi
Hi Emele, this is really a very interesting Acrostic, funny yet deep!
(((Hugs)))
Love, Zoya
2007-01-19