Broken

I do not let others “perform” me.

fortune and fame.

must I break through?

within the winds of respite.

but WHERE THE FUCK ARE WE my dear?

born perfect in a world– then TORE apart

Living in a world of make-believe

to a heart, a fist, a trigger, a spick, a nigger

UP, I cannot hear these words, my ear…

PERHAPS this is not my field

“Wise as a snake.” The latter I’m afraid is what I mistake.

IT’S ALL HERE, IT’S ALL HERE!!!

 

Spirit Ariela Olivier is a poet and filmmaker from Los Angeles, California. She has been writing poetry since she was old enough to hold a crayon. She writes poems without a wall to bounce them off. Her work is an invitation for you to peruse the secrets of her soul. She currently resides in sunny Los Angeles. This is her first work to be published.

Copyright © 2015 by Spirit Ariela Olivier