Monday, December 19, 2005

14 - 42 

I was fourteen
when the sun was completely up
revealing new worlds.

Some were shown before my eyes,
like periwinkle decor inside mansions.
Others I had to search for
like insects hiding inside
tiny breaks on mountain precipices.
I had to work hard for some
like pounding grain with mortar and pestle,
some I just picked up along the way.

I was fourteen
when I started to blush
at every smiling girl
who grew taller than I was.
Never did I know I’d try
to peek under their skirts
or steal a kiss away.

My face reddened
from pricking pimples
with the nail on my thumb.
Began to use deodorants
and took a bath
three times a day.

But it was also at fourteen
when I first experienced
being intoxicated with alcohol
and indulged with the pleasures
of smoke wisping from my mouth.

I’d go home drunk
walking in a circular path.
Soon, I would have done it all
from reefers to hash.

So, I have been fourteen, too, my child.
Believe me when I say
all these may be fun
but punishment comes
once you get
to forty-two.


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this is interesting, and fun too. the poem appeared to be addressing no one in the first stanzas, and then the persona reveals himself to the 'child.' knowing the writer, i can't help but be surprised to know more the person behind these verses. its honest and direct.
anonymous This one was inspired by the execution of Tookie Williams, a one time african-american gangster leader who has reformed and wrote several books. He was even nominated for the Nobel Peace prize. Nevertheless, the execution was carried on last year.

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