by Kalikala Smith
You created me, perhaps by accident,
and accidents happen,
But I don't feel partial,
like accidents happen,
in fragments strewn about the room.
What shall I say to my arms, my legs,
when you discard them,
one by one?
Leave me in pieces,
I'd be your thesis,
for the change in your heart yet to come.
I am one person,
and accident maybe,
but still here just the same.
I am here just the same.
Posted on 08/15/2009
Copyright © 2018 Kalikala Smith
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 08/15/09 at 04:59 AM|
But are you an accident? I don't think so. GOOD write.
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 05/29/14 at 12:14 PM|
I love your work, it is from the point of view of an examined life. You ponder on things deeply and it illustrates well in your poems.