Storytime – poem (#24)

storytime

if i write my own story
fictionalizing my life’s account
with names changed to lambast the accused
and give succor to those in need
when my words run out of space
to cower and cringe
who will write
THE END
when it’s over
and i’m gone
and my light has died out
and everyone who knew me has faded
and rumors are a jumbled up mess
with things like
she traveled at the speed of purple in a pyramid
with 46 candy bars in her bag
but her train departed at the square root of 12 and she laughed
so the weight of her tears is obtuse

Sumayyah Talibah © 24 April 2017

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