POEM: Burdens

my throat aches
from repeating myself
and crying for help
no one listens, no one responds,
I walk on
burdened and defeated
with no shoes on
and

my hands hurt
from toiling and tilling
while lifting the burdens

one may smile, one may glance
I call louder

until my echo answers
with no response

yet 

my feet pain me

from pacing the dark lanes

and scaling the brown hills

on the low, on the high

I clasp in prayer

with no strength 

in my fingers

but

the pains remain

and I'm not insane

so my toils could never

be in vain

my brain can

only process the pain

which gets worse

when it rains

my throat

my hands and

my feet

don't know

my heart hurts
from being empathetic
and holding the feelings
I can't listen, I can't respond
I cry on
saddened but not defeated
my shoes worn
yet....

© Linette Rabsatt

POEM: Minding My Business

I am going to mind my business
I'll mine it and mind it
because I invest
in what grows me
anyone who knows me
knows that my mind
is always on the next move
even when I'm jamming
to the old groves
my mind, which is mine,
should be used to mine
for golden opportunities
that will promote
growth in me
and my family
my business
my busy-ness
is all about
how I can mind
what's mine
to mine and find
a better way of life

© Linette Rabsatt

POEM: I am an Anomaly

I am an anomaly
I didn't ask to be
but I represent a dichotomy
a perfect imperfection
left to stand alone
and not even a drone
can guide me home
because I have none
I stand hapless, hopeless, stateless

unable to match a definition
while the melanin
stirs the soul
and the plasma
carries the truth -
the history of the roots
but I lace up my boots
and I shout in silence
because I choose
not to be defiant
because
I am an anomaly
that I didn't choose to be

and I can't let 

my fruits suffer 

for the deeds of me

© Linette Rabsatt