Five Pieces by Loki Nounou

Dull Blade

I rest in my home, connected to the tree and hanging on the edge,

All my life my edges have been sharpened and pointy,

 I hold myself to be a weapon to protect my own downfall.

Was it fair when I was plucked from my space,

Forced from my so-called strength?

Was it my fault that I let my guard down, letting my edges dull?

The tip of my tongue was the last chunk I held before it was plucked from me,

I was just a blade of a tree ripped and taken from home.

I was now left to fend for myself with no form of protection.

My Body, Your Choice

My body holds but flesh and bones for you:

My body has fat in all the right spots for you to hold and holler at.

My legs could be crumbling and I would still be an object to you.

My body was told that it had a choice,

 Yet every time I feel eyes on me,

 fear runs down my skin.

My body lost all hope when it bled out uncontrollably;

Letting Mother Nature turn her back on her children.

My body isn’t mine because I was born with a uterus, fragile and careless, instead of being Blessed with having a dick, hard and stern.

Red hands cover every inch of my body:

Taking control of my movements,

Taking my breath from my veins and lungs,

Taking away each of my rights as if ripping a strand of hair one by one.

With a deep red seeping out of my skin,

I hold myself close with no support but a tube down my throat,

Keeping my throat from closing and my body from breaking.

My body should be in shambles, 

With each shiver it should be gone,

But I was left intact, 

Left alive so I could be used again and again,

No limbs broken,

 But I feel the aching aftermath of every attempt,

Letting phantom hands graze over me swiftly.

My body is a choice to indulge or destroy,

But you choose both at the end.

I should’ve said No

I gave you so much of myself,

So now I’m left for dead in a tub of my own tears.

Both of our hands are sore from the constant plead you made to me

Forcing my hands on your breasts, in hopes I will want you more.

You dissected my vocal cords, 

removing the speech I so desperately need.

Looking at you caused guilt to strike me with a sword, 

Reminding me that I should've said no all those times.

Your soft pink lips were my sun,

Seducing as much as cruel.

Every time you leaned in it would burn me,

Leaving a mental scar of every time that I couldn’t escape.

I gave you so much of myself,

So now I’m left In a lifeless body of hatred

The Roman Empire

My eyes welled up with salty tears but fell as balls of fire from my eyes. 

The sadness was corrupted into something different from the world.

Every time I even felt a bit sad it would shift into anger, 

The build up finally came crashing down as if it were the roman empire.

It was scary, thinking that I would end up hurting someone,

While hurting myself in the process.

Wishing I just cried like any other person but I choked every time I did, 

never able to express the emotions I wanted to.

A New Part of Me

The summer sun melts my spring shed,

revealing a new version of me.

A feeling of freedom engulfs me as I find a new path to explore.

Come to more conclusions that will solve this puzzle of life.

Excited to do things I really loved without being hit by falling words,

Making me give up.

I feel freer than before,

More loved than any dog or cat in my life.

I know I will struggle during these times,

but maybe I’ll feel further ready than any other time.