An Introvert’s Cry

when old uncles
and aunties come,
they fill my house
with floating words,
trivial words,
dusty words.

and i feel so uneasy.
i have to cough,
and i cough and cough.

hell! uncles and aunties
catch me and scald
my whole heart
with floating words,
trivial words,
dusty dusty words.

and i feel stifled,
i have to run,
and i run and run.

you skinny skinny
pinky girl,
when are you going to
be a woman
and feed a man?

their words echo
and dig holes in my heart
whenever i hear
a new ringing of bell

my grandma is old,
and she gets too many
visits, too many smiles,
and for me, too many wars.

i must tell you,
i must hide myself
in the darkness
of this basement.

i must tell you,
early mornings and
mid nights are
my only love.

© Sanna Wren

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Table in the kitchen

there’s a table in the kitchen.
small, smaller than –
the table in dining hall.
it waits and waits
like a poor hungry boy
who works with sweat beads
only to eat the leftovers
of men who smoke
and sit like royals.

there’s a table in the kitchen.
small, smaller than –
the table in dining hall.
it’s for women,
only for women.

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Aren’t poets naked?

ain’t i naked?
can’t you see
all my bleeding scars?
can’t you see
the tears in
my closing eyes?
can’t you see
my trembling –
shrinking – hands?

yes, i feel so ashamed
so cold n’ so bruised.
yet you pretend
to be blind.

yes, i feel so ashamed.
so cold n’ so bruised.
‘ dress up, you whore,
dress up’, they say.

no, i won’t.
better i will write and
write until i die
out of heartaches.

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Mirror

whenever i look at the mirror,
my tears spill down to my feet

do my eyes have the spark
of girl in your dream?
do my lips look worth kissing?
does my hair feel smooth –
enough to tickle you?
do my hands have the warmth
to calm you down?
do i look worth tasting?

whenever i look at the mirror,
my tears spill down to my feet,
and it scalds my whole damn body.

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The world must end

when truth is eclipsed,
and peace is killed.

when love is poisoned,
and mother is stripped.

when blood is flood,
and voice is hushed.

when power is high,
and wisdom is crushed.

the world must end.
the world must end.

© Sanna Wren

A/N – For the beautification of poetry, i have removed some articles.

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