132 Readings | 1 Rating
By Her Own Hand
Once faced with my own reflection
Like narcissus I was enthralled
hands around my own throat.
One of my few autobiographical poems.
April 26, 2013
The trance continued in which / the saying was exchanging positions, / over and over, with the said. / It was a summons, a shock into / a long and…
The dream is still, / but the child is falling and slowly dying of sea cancer. // The Black man is wearing a red suit, his orange hat is laughing…
According to the Gremlins // Hanging off my earlobes / I cannot get it posted today / According to the Mother / It is proclaimed that I am…
It’s true // there are many / who live in a world / where every month is movember / they slip back and forth / between dimensions / on a…
More by Shannon Barber
A Diss Track to my Body
This- / Trifling ass / Hurting ass / Malfunctioning ass / Limping ass / No sleeping ass / Twitching ass / Constipated ass / Wack ass / Bitch ass /…
Mine was the body / The victim / The evil / Of being / Of thighs / That rub / That jiggle / That hide the / Evilest / Eye. / Theirs / …
I Jones like / I'm dope sick / Sweating / Shitting / Like / Nothing is really / Cause I can't get right / Cause ain't / …
On My 41st Birthday
I am tired / Of / A body / That don't give a shit / Literally / If I got things to do. / And this brain that / Sometimes / Sometimes…
Would you like to leave a comment on this profile?
Ink Node for a free account, or
if you are already a member.
© Ink Node, 2019