Lyric Fire: NaPoWriMo 2012 – Day Nine of 30 Poems in 30 Days – Angelica’s Angst

NaPoWriMo 2012 – 30 Poems in 30 Days – Day Nine

Happy Monday! It is the ninth day of National Poetry Month! Yes! Today I will attempt to write a persona poem per today’s prompt. It’s a piece where the poet writes in the voice of another person. Ideally the poem should resemble a dramatic monologue. As a former actress, I think I can do this. The person I’ve picked is my sister Angela who was a stillborn baby. I love her and miss her each day. Here is:

 

Angelica’s Angst

Your doubts about me are correct. The stories you’ve been told are all lies.

Stillborn? Really? Is that the best they could come up with?

Listen closely. I was NOT a stillborn baby.

Nope.

That was the cleaned up version. A story to cover the lies.

So what’s the truth? Hmm, can you handle the truth?

Yes, I’m privy to your Hollywood sayings that become iconic catch phrases.

I am not dead honey. I am very much alive.

When you giggle, I live.

When you give someone the side-eye, I am breathing.

Yes, I know your colorful slang too.

Oh, yeah, well I guess I am side-stepping the truth.

The truth.

Reality.

You really want to know what happened don’t you?

What difference would it make?

Would it bring me back?

Would we be able to do each other’s make-up and rag on guys?

Would we miraculously merge into best friend’s overnight just because I appeared?

Would we?

Why must you know everything?

Okay, here it is.

Our mother ravaged her body with toxic substances and as a result I was ravaged with toxic substances.

I lived but for a short time, but my little body could not withstand all of those chemicals so I died.

Happy now?

Does knowing this give you any satisfaction Miss “I Have To Know Everything?”

Okay, let me stop being so mean.

It’s not you I am mad at.

I am upset because I didn’t even get the chance to…

I should be over this by now, but I’m not!

I wanted to be a sister, not a memory.

I’m not even really a memory for you am I?

You say you love me, but I know you only say that because of pity.

You feel sorry for me that I didn’t live.

I feel your guilt sometimes too. You wonder why you escaped the chemicals and I didn’t.

You wonder what I look like, what I sound like.

You cry in your sleep sometimes missing a person you never knew.

I see this and I try to comfort you.

Yes, it was me that day.

I sat on your bed as you slept.

I know you felt the weight of me.

I looked at my sister drooling and hogging the bed.

You were probably dreaming a colorful dream and I interrupted it.

I wouldn’t let you wake up. That is against the rules. But I know you felt me.

I felt you too.

I am there always.

Always there.

 

I am.

Always.

There.

 

For more delicious servings of poetry this month, please visit these bloggers as they are also participating in NaPoWriMo!

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Comments (13 Responses)

  1. Adriene says:

    Tameka, on the one hand I am heartbroken by the story of your persona, Angelica, and on the other I am uplifted by her message that the loved ones we missed are with us. So beautiful. Thank you.

  2. Whew! Your pen is truly burning the page here, Tameka! So poignant and powerful . . .
    Blessings to you!

  3. Thanks AD! This was a hard piece for me. I was comforted afterwards and I glad you were too.
    I try Martha! Thanks for the blessings, I surely need them. The same to you dear!

  4. sulekha says:

    Heartbreaking, chilling story of love and substance abuse. Goosebumps galore…loved it.

  5. Sulekha, you are a gem! Thank you!

  6. Andy says:

    My dear Tameka,
    This was written from your soul. Such a sad, heartbreaking story which you brought back to life with the rhythm and flow of your pen. I bow to you! (smile). Thank you for sharing.
    http://thoughtsofbeautyinthestillnessofdawn.blogspot.com/2012/04/day-9-hand-of-maiden.html

  7. Corinne says:

    I like the voice you’ve given her, Tameka – honest, powerful and yes, even naughty…Truly how a sister of yours would be. I’m sorry that you lost her…I’m sad that you miss the sister you could have had..But amazed too that you continue to feel her presence. Thank you for sharing so deeply. ♥

  8. Lynn says:

    Wow! This is really wonderful.

  9. Andy, thanks so much for your comforting words. I truly do love my sister as if I had always known her. I’m glad her voice shone through in this piece. I do believe I was channeling her. I pray so anyway. 🙂

  10. Lol! yes, Corinne, she is feisty isn’t she? Thank you dear. It is good to know she’s with me. A real comfort. 🙂

  11. Thanks so much Lynn. 🙂

  12. Wow! That is one, extremely powerful post!

  13. Thanks Mary! 🙂

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