The Half Eaten Sandwich

I am a half eaten sandwich,
Good enough to sustain you, but with only a part of myself.

I am a half eaten sandwich in America,
like the country, you too are wasteful.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
the likes of which are too large for you to consume.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
that has grown cold as it is forgotten.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
but someone, somewhere, would eat me.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
your belly so full of yourself.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
that will nourish the one that is starving.

For I am not to be wasted...

Queen Poetess B © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved

The Image Inverse

...it comes and goes as it pleases…so I’ll do its bidding in the night...

I cried because I didn’t know you
I knew not then what those tears were for
A piece of me once missing has been found in my Mirror
My vulnerable reflection staring back with solid pain in camoflauge
Because who I am—we are—is merely a mirage
But maybe now we help each other
In ways we’ve already told ourselves were impossible to achieve
Maybe we will struggle while encouraging one another
Regardless if you stand tall, or if these burdens bring you to your knees
Know its only for a time; or should I say a season?
Cuz we never go through this convoluted bull shit without reason
(or so they say… )
Every emotion you make me own
(Because, in part it is my own)
Each syllable a compound action designed to draw blood
Yet never once did your face betray your heart’s cry
Still not understanding the Love of yourself, you deny
I stand at your side as your sister, your brother, and your fellow to outstretch a helping hand
Judging not and loving with purpose, on purpose
We will share a smile together regardless of which side of the issues you may stand.

Unconditionally loving love, love yourself, and you will once again rise above


Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009