A Poem from Within
September 10, 2018
The Riddance Casket
I will put in the casket
the timeline project given in World Civ. that reminded me of my hateful past
my unfaithful stepfather who broke my mom
my birth father that just couldn’t stick around
pain and suffering
wealthy, guilty people who can get away with anything
innocent people going to jail
I will put in the casket
poverty that consistently overcomes poor countries
racism against anyone
bullies with abusive homes
abusive homes
traumatizing and graphic events that people continuously experience
ebola, cancer, tuberculosis and other serial killer diseases
I will put in the casket
country music that floods my small house
judgemental comments and faces from my cousins
clothes that my mom buys me but are too small and I’m too old for
people who think I read because I’m better than them
indecent girls who show too much for their age (or any age)
1492-1964 (segregation in America)
My casket will be the size of an ant but could hold 50 blue whales (maybe more)
It will be made of titanium and can hold more than it weighs
The inside will be outlined in cotton and lit on an eternal fire so that the contaminants will not be misplaced but demolished
I will pour alcohol on the casket,
drop it in a quarry that reaches the center of the earth,
bury it in flammable hairspray so that no life or death form may be able to reach and reveal the horrors that live within this