Buttons misplaced all over the place
Scattered among a torn shirt worn
And stressed out amongst the body
To display the hindsight of the fashion cues
Or clues that abuse the visual of the institutions
That have this fabric mayhem mapped out
Not allowing freedom in your clothes or
Applying and exercising your freedoms elsewhere
Particularly within their doors
Can not have a hat to cover the madness or a
Belt to hold your pants from falling to the floor
To collect your thoughts where you walk all over them
Drawn blood from medical vampires yield results
Determining if you will stay or leave this space
Just imagine the air out there its been so long
But something has gone wrong your doctor is gone
For the weekend and the one on call can not write you
A ticket back to freedom, just explore you for a brief moment
While you exercise your demons
Which gives your body more weight and a mind
Out of place spinning and bouncing off the walls
While your pants fall off
And your breasts freely disagree
with the lack of control
For your bra had wire in them , also a
fashion mistake within these halls
Making you question where did this all begin
And if you would ever again
wear the clothes you were once sitting in
Author Bio:
Uzomah has a way of capturing a scene and the feelings that allow you to follow and flow within the realms of her poetics as you read each line filled with metaphors. Her placement of ideas and images leaves you dangling all the way throughout the poem, line by line with trauma, pain joy or a mixture of both that reveals some type of solitude. She surprises you in end with something she does not even may mean to say at all, that we all might be feeling, and had not felt until reading one of her poems.
Scattered among a torn shirt worn
And stressed out amongst the body
To display the hindsight of the fashion cues
Or clues that abuse the visual of the institutions
That have this fabric mayhem mapped out
Not allowing freedom in your clothes or
Applying and exercising your freedoms elsewhere
Particularly within their doors
Can not have a hat to cover the madness or a
Belt to hold your pants from falling to the floor
To collect your thoughts where you walk all over them
Drawn blood from medical vampires yield results
Determining if you will stay or leave this space
Just imagine the air out there its been so long
But something has gone wrong your doctor is gone
For the weekend and the one on call can not write you
A ticket back to freedom, just explore you for a brief moment
While you exercise your demons
Which gives your body more weight and a mind
Out of place spinning and bouncing off the walls
While your pants fall off
And your breasts freely disagree
with the lack of control
For your bra had wire in them , also a
fashion mistake within these halls
Making you question where did this all begin
And if you would ever again
wear the clothes you were once sitting in
Author Bio:
Uzomah has a way of capturing a scene and the feelings that allow you to follow and flow within the realms of her poetics as you read each line filled with metaphors. Her placement of ideas and images leaves you dangling all the way throughout the poem, line by line with trauma, pain joy or a mixture of both that reveals some type of solitude. She surprises you in end with something she does not even may mean to say at all, that we all might be feeling, and had not felt until reading one of her poems.
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