Pondus ❤️

pondus ❤️

arms swing forward, then back,

shoulders fall deeper and deeper toward the earth,

blood-red backpack inches off my sinking shoulders,

feet submerging into the ground with every half step,

sharp pain shooting up my shins,

knees below the earth,

this weight I carry on my back,

my cross,

in preparation for my crucifixion,

seven...

seven stones I carry,

each weighing one ton,

each encompassing my transgressions,

hips below the earth,

she swallows me slowly,

devouring every fraction of my melanin,

thorns beautifully placed on my crown,

each piercing representative of my transgressions,

torso below the earth,

the ground crushing my chest,

gradually losing the breath of life,

she greets me with a kiss,

“Hello, my child”,

all that remains are my two eyes and my scarlet crown,

“my little prince”,

vision blurs,

losing consciousness,

perdóname mamá.

*exhales.*

9.30.2018 | 11:05 PM

Poetry by CÁMO (aka LA REINA TAÍNA)