Written by Andrelyn Izquierdo.
A free verse poem.
Disclaimer: Some vulgarity is present in this poem.
Each time I take a look to the moon
I can hear screams and howls full of blues
Or silence broken by the sound of crickets
With the faint noise from large boomboxes
of the block party where they like to fuck
Each one bringing an offering like a potluck
at the wee hours, start at dusk or midnight
When they peel off skin, does it fly like a kite?
A filthy and sexual bloodsport
Evading its ways from the court
Meant to do most kinds of damage
Back in the days like the savage
Claiming it as something temptable
Glamorizing to make it palpable
Excuses for their sinful nature
Confusing the meaning of nurture.
When you are in love with something
You try your best to make it nontempting
To keep it different and preserve uniqueness
Treasure it for its most valuable existence
There’d be commitment for its safety
You’d want no markings, spotless to the tee
A strive to help surpass the bounds of time
Clean as a whistle with its stature as fine.
So why is the night full of howls to soothe
With sadness so deep the hurt pools?
Lies attempt to replace the dimly lit stars
Struggling against dense fog going far
Mind games run amuck through each crowd
Stealthy imposters stay hidden in shadow
Words of fury surge as lightning bolts
With lights out, still feel like strong jolts.
White Timber Wolf singing to the sky
Once upon a time, not yet goodbye
What gets mistakened for a deepened sleep
Actual cruelty that doesn’t make a peep
There’s no choice but trying to fight back
Depends on who sleeps first from the pack
During twilight hours mischief does spread
Better be careful or else you can be dead.
This poem was inspired by real stories.
This article is written by:
Andrelyn Izquierdo
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