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Be by Bernadette Richards

Bernadette Richards | September 3rd, 2018 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

sometimes I feel I’ve faith
other times I just can’t bother
sometimes I wonder if I’m brainwashed
next, I wonder by just how much?

I’ve been told before that I’m special
chosen, if you please
and now I know the smell of bull dust
and now I know the humiliating
and humbling pain of one who is foolish

sometimes I wonder at procreation
yes I know, double-sided tape for a double-standard hypocrite
I write to forget my breath
because breathing long ceased to gently rally around me
I push back against that which I am not sure exists

I’m told to get my daughter into a good school
for a good, and well-oiled critically thinking education
I wonder, exactly, at what that might be

I wonder if hope is a rope
to make the inevitable seem almost pleasurable
On days like these I do not know anything
except a need for sleep that will never in this life be appeased
on most days that’s ok

today is a day I need art and fresh air
and green grass and furry animals
today is a day I need reminders of enlightened
like my daughter’s laughter
and being the simple things
she needs me to be

Poet Bio

Bernadette Richards is from Cape Town. She is inspired by diverse forms of art and believes that creativity is one of the best forms of therapy.

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