The Progress – Day Ten, Poem Ten

(WARNING: THERE WILL BE EXTREME CURSING IN THIS POST)

So if you are following along with my process on all these prompts, you probably have already realized that you are getting to know a LOT about me! This series seems to be very much a month long therapy session! >_<   I guess that is a good thing in the long run. Anyhoo… to get on with it..

PROMPT TEN: write an angry letter to an ex in the voice of one of your body parts.

This sounds like a great idea for a prompt right?? Well…

OK so first to pick the body part… The first and most obvious body part that comes to mind is Vagina. Then the next random part is the left hand pinky. It’s so much easier to imagine Vagina being angry about something though. Disappointed, disgusted, disillusioned, displeased, just all around NOT happy.

And then, am I writing to a specific ex? For the cathartic purpose of the process, I feel like I should. BUT… most of my exes just sort of all run together into a long run on sentence of meh. Thinking in detail about each one I really don’t have any anger left. Yo, I think Imma hafta just make some isht up then! I think I will try to figure out how to pull up all the anger I have felt over the years for any of my exes that it applies to and write a general letter… hopefully. POEMS ARE HARD YO!

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LATER…

STILL trying to find the anger… I think the soothing music I listen to is not helping… so… going to youtube for an EFF THAT N***A mix or something. >_<
https://youtu.be/MTPFFQw9xfk?list=PLO9rL30JxO-mNIKCZMaDzLcrI42RoMVHF … NOPE
https://youtu.be/6n5SqwERoOc?list=PLNxoTZtIN0VuYbmgkKNCpryLkWeNzzqdq … NOPE

I guess I don’t want to keep writing the same poem over and over about the same old thing that I am already over. But angry break ups are so universal… and yet… I may have to pick a different poem to write today… We’ll see…

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EVEN LATER…

I KNOW WHAT’S MISSING!!! The *PLACE* is missing!!! I always do so much better with a setting even if I don’t necessarily use it in my poem… looking for the scene… closing my eyes… OH and I gave myself a soundtrack: https://youtu.be/6MyKEBsIdRo <– listen to this while you read the following and you’ll see where it came from…

It’s night on the streets of the city with this music and it’s time to remember all the loser mofos who did me wrong and effed me over… all the no good brothers who made the good guys seem invisible… finding them in that dark alley next to the dumpster… vengeance in my heart for all the things they’ve done… they may be a gang but I am a mighty seraph of doom… my black wings are like night will never end… my hands are like claws made of justice… THERE IS NO PLACE TO RUN OR HIDE BITCHES!!!…

on to the poem… starting with the typical angry ex letter and moving out from there… The following is NOT the poem but I think it’s entertaining in a way so I am sharing it…

FUCK YOU MOTHERFUCKER. YOU THINK YOU’RE SO SLICK WITH ALL YOUR LYING AND CHEATING ASSHOLE??? YOU AIN’T SHIT. THAT’S RIGHT BITCH! YOU ARE THE BIGGEST BITCH MADE NIGGA THAT EVER WAS AND I *HATE* YOUR ASS!!

  • Fuck that time when you lied about where you were and TO THIS DAY don’t admit that you were with HER.
  • Fuck you for saying we were getting back together and then after we had sex you acted like you never said that shit.
  • Fuck how you used to hang up on me and act like we were never even talking when I called back. FUCK THAT SHIT ASSHOLE.
  • Fuck the FUCK out of you buying a plane ticket with OUR rent money and then wondering why I didn’t want to be with you when you got back!!!!
  • Fuck you for getting back with that bitch ass ex who NONE of your friends liked and ALL of them hated her mean ass!
  • Fuck you for just liking that heffer across the street because she would let you hit and I wouldn’t. If I loved you I would??? IF YOU LOVED *ME* THEN YOU WOULDN’T PRESSURE ME INTO DOING THINGS I DON’T WANNA DO ASSHOLE.
  • Fuck you for not being all you said you were and being just a trifling ass nigga with no prospects.

FUCK ALL THIS WHOLE LIST OF THINGS ALL TO HELL GOD DAMMIT!!!

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EVEN LATER…

I KNOW WHAT’S MISSING!!! The *PLACE* is missing!!! I always do so much better with a setting even if I don’t necessarily use it in my poem… looking for the scene… closing my eyes… OH and I gave myself a soundtrack: https://youtu.be/6MyKEBsIdRo <– listen to this while you read the following and you’ll see where it came from…

It’s night on the streets of the city with this music and it’s time to remember all the loser mofos who did me wrong and effed me over… all the brothers who made the good guys seem invisible… finding them in that dark alley next to the dumpster… more vengeance in my heart for all the things they’ve done… they may be a gang but I am a mighty seraf of doom… my black wings are like night will never end… my hands are like claws made of justice… THERE IS NO PLACE TO RUN OR HIDE BITCHES!!!…

 

AAAAaaaand now to poem! >_<

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What is your process when you write? Is there anything that is your standard “go-to” method? Do you use prompts or just write from your own thoughts? I would love to hear your take on this in the comments!

Thanks for reading! ^_^

P.S.
I plan on doing the annual chapbook as a perfect bound book and all profits will be divided evenly between Rachel McKibbens’ Outlast Project and the local women’s shelter.  If you would like to pre-order this book, you can do so for $15 via PayPal to nmnance@gmail.com and please be sure to include your shipping address. THANK YOU!

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