PAD Challenge Day 9: Pen & Paper
PAD Challenge Day 9: Write a persona poem (for an inanimate object).
Pen & Paper
I never knew what
a ride or die meant
until I met Pen & Paper.
Some true comrades.
My poetry tribe.
Real and reliable as my creator;
Never ignored or fronted my feelings;
Never judged my baby steps,
Or laughed at my stage presence.
Just a trustworthy duet
that invited and accepted
me as I was at the age of seven.
We produced a picture-perfect
threesome in between rhyme and rhythm.
Galloped for meters after meters
from Nursery Rhymes, Haikus, Limericks,
Acrostic poems to Free verses.
They fostered my heart,
became my ideal of “village”.
Something like the big sister
and BFF that I fantasized about.
They lifted my soul as I lifted them.
They cradled my passions;
Housed my dreams with
no vacancies for sabotage or manipulation.
They never ghosted me, but I could
hide out and be free for FREE
even if nobody cared to
hear me read.
They made love to my right hand,
read love out loud
between the lines for those
who respected them.
They provided protection
for my internal peace from
the generational curses
that I fought consciously
and while asleep.
They spoke of my fears
when I wanted to swallow them,
thinking this way was a better way to heal.
They painted the distress to come for
an intelligent, nerdy, little black girl like me.
They still color me in, the only change,
I’m a black woman now, in the
same crazy ass world.
They help me understand the art of me;
allow me to see me as I see me.
They love me as I love me through everyday’ s
mental, lyrical exercise and therapy.
They birth strength in me as I release
shackles for the revelations of my soul.
And when I am no longer here,
in the flesh,
all of my known and unknown
dried ink and sheets of paper
will still know me best.