Jessica
Is a knife
With soul
Got that edge
That slices the whole truth
Talks loud
Enough for us
To hear
Her words
Are useful
Like umbrellas
In Trafalgar Square
Or bus passes
In New York City
(depending on your address)
she walks around
head tilted upwards
as if searching for answers
to the questions she posed
only two minutes ago
(like, "how can you fuck without kissing?")
I notice a scar
Under her left eye
Perhaps it is there
because her eyes are so sharp
always cutting through
the bullshit
by Kwame Alexander
4 comments:
Awesome, awesome, especially the last few lines. And the parts about your words like umbrellas, and "how can you fuck without kissing?" This person knows you. Thanks for sharing.
Hi hon. Thanks for reading. But actually, the poem was not written about/for me. It just was entitled "Jessica" and I liked it. :) But it would be great if someone were to ever write a poem like that about me.
That's so funny, because I was thinking, *What scar under her left eye? And who is this author I haven't heard about?!*
I still think this poem was written for you -- describes you to a T even after re-reading it. :)
I keep coming back to read this poem because I love it so much.
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