It so happens I am sick of

by Zakua Collins

a loud neighborhood
where people spill vomit
in the form of loud music
right in front of my building

Not so sick of
a breeze blanketed by tranquility

                                                   thoughts d r i f t i n g
                                                   eyelids     so      heavy      like

weights in my mind
It so happens I am so sick of…
the only acceptance of hypocrisy
to say
turn it down
!          !          !
while they stare at me like gargoyles
trying to be respectful
but knowing they are not

Not so sick of
being on the blue
d r i f t i n g

as the sun heats my face
                                               while it peeks through the branches

It so happens I am so sick of…
having to be on all the time
the switch broken
can’t turn off
feeling like electric shock has
taken over my mind
leading me captive to others
And when I unplug I am interrupted
in my musings in my thoughts in myself
I absolutely am so sick of having something to do
                                                            every        single         day
at times confused like an ignorant child
who doesn’t know any better
I wish I had my degree already

I am not so sick of
                                   books that carry me to faraway lands

I am so sick of living in New York City
people constantly
like animals in heat
Dirt, trains, buses tootighttomovetoturntobreathe
Expensive Uber rides
the constant noise
ringing in my ear like a bullhorn that won’t stop
the people                    !
I am so sick of being so sick
gagging on my own reasonings
not accepting life as is

I am so sick of
                                                                   being so sick

I’m not able to leap with a single bound or make people tell the truth with a lasso, but I do my best to put people at ease and help them learn. An English Tutor by trade, but a Writer at heart, I enjoy writing poetry and creative non-fiction along with reading 19th century literature and modern suspense novels. Proofreading is a knack. Finding the occasional grammatical error, loving words and their meanings. Influenced by feelings, a song, or my surroundings, I write a poem in a matter of minutes, spilling my heart onto the page. A servant of God, a mom, a daughter, a friend, a learner, a preacher, and a teacher. Forever grateful, I look for the silver lining in every dark cloud. Appreciative of life and the opportunities that continue to come my way.