Grater
There wasn't no warnin',
just a slap 'cross the face,
but I learnt ta feel it
comin' the way I knew
a wiseacre was starin'
at me in a public place,
thinkin' hateful about me.
I went on cuz I knew two
wrongs didn't make no
right, so that's what
I done, hands clenched
in my pockets, mama
in my mind holdin' my
tears back like bullets
'n knives gonna riddle
my body with holes. Later,
I drug a slab of cheese
'cross a grater, bloodied
knuckles, shreddin' til nothin'
was left but a plowed pulp.
Grater
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Re: Grater
Whoa. Strong close...love the accent
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Re: Grater
Billy. This is a powerful poem. I think brevity works here better than say, going into personal details.
Most striking to me is the voice. Full of both hostility and self loathing. I can picture N.
Kids who are physically abused either turn violence inward or outward.
I think it s bonus that you were able to adhere to poetic form as if some restraint were needed
Good job and beast message
Most striking to me is the voice. Full of both hostility and self loathing. I can picture N.
Kids who are physically abused either turn violence inward or outward.
I think it s bonus that you were able to adhere to poetic form as if some restraint were needed
Good job and beast message