"CONSCIOUSLY AWARE OF THE CYCLED REPETITIONS THAT GRAVITIZE ME TO THIS REALM OF MERE PERCEPTIONS... I COME IN PEACE. "
~ SNAPS

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Edge of my CAGE -Tion

It breathes.
Moves with a tremble that sends sensations up white bones,
That tingle the nerves within it's skull.
It's a she.
She sinks into her breasts and gently caresses her chin against WARMTH,
Against EARTH,
Against LIFE.
HALT.
STOP.
SLOW DOWN!
How about you try this...
(a hard back book is slid towards her that clearly reads in all capital letters EDUCATION)
She crawls toward the book like a curious child.
Opens the book and eyes widen bigger than grapefruit.
She is learning.
Pages and pages torn,
Some ripped and some slept with.
Pages and pages read,
Some cut and some posted.
Pages and pages memorized,
Some forgotten yet some neglected because she could not dare embrace them...Or could she?
Everyday a new book was slid to her.
Every hour a new book was tossed at her.
Every minute a new book was thrown to her.
Every second a new book on Education was whipped on her.
EDUCATION she knew.
EDUCATION she ate.
EDUCATION she slept with.
EDUCATION she was.
But life...she had never been.
Caged in this crayon box full of hues as to why EDUCATION is a must have.
AID THE CAN'T NATION -FOR THEY CAN NOT AID THEMSELVES.
TEACH THEM WHAT THEY SHOULD KNOW, AND THEY WILL NEVER REBEL AGAINST YOU.
 They will embrace your ink letters like GODS of a planet unknown,
Because those ink letters and that flimsy piece of paper is all they know.
ALL THEY KNOW IS THE CAGE.
So when I decide to unlock this cage,
When I decide to rip the pages on pages and books on books of EDUCATION away from you and open the bars of enclosure...
(opens the cage)
WHAT WILL YOU DO?
 I'll tell you what...
YOU WON'T LEAVE.
And you will beg me to lock the cage back up,
And you will tell me that it's not a cage...
It's your cell,
It's your baby,
It's your bed,
It's your body,
It's your mind,
It's your home,
You will tell me it's YOU.
(screams "IT'S ME!")

No comments:

Post a Comment

Creator of the Mother Board

My photo
Dallas, TX, United States
Sagacious.Natural.African.Poetic.Sista- born Kiera Saivonne Williams is a Dallas, TX native, is currently a sophomore at Huston-Tillotson University in Austin,TX where she stands as a W.E.B Dubois scholar majoring in communications. Within her first year in college she has managed to attain a 4.0 GPA, Deans list, Honor roll, the Ramnites dance team, and the pageant title of MISS GOLD. She has done African dance for 3 years and she has recently acquired the position of secretary and head photographer of TBS Photography, a family business started by her grandfather. She is a poet, playwright, song writer, actress, visual artist, and creator. She has a passion for science and mathematics and has a great interest in alternative medicine.

The Passengers Aboard

~Language of the MotherBoard

"It's all about what you're going to do once you have the lemons...are you going to make lemonade? or are you simply going to complain about not having any sugar? I made lemon water, and liked it so much till when I had some sugar I preferred the lemon water. Till this day I enjoys me a glass of Lemon Water."

Powered By Blogger