Faking It

I understood that not a lot of people got the perspective behind this poem. Of course, its art, and open to interpretation, but I would not want you to miss the message. The poem is written from the perspective of someone who is deep in the abyss of prostitution and has lost all hope of coming out of it. Hopefully, this knowledge will add more meaning to the poem as you read it.

I twirl a toe,

let out a sigh

Its practised

and perfected in a classroom

I was forced to enter

I am the clatter you hear

on glass bangles, slowly breaking

I heard the same clatter

in the shatter of my hopes

long ago

I am a lesser human

I pray to a lesser God, perhaps

who is as polymorphous

as the dark street I live in

that turns bright red at night

My God too, changes faces

comfortably

Perhaps she too is accustomed

to the only rule of my trade

'Faking it'

I loved music once

I'm deaf to it now

It helps to be deaf,

and blind,

and numb,

and to fake it.

P.S. Thanks to Daily Love for featuring one of my stories today. :)


Linked to Poets United. Visit them and read a lot of inspiring poems. Savour art! :)