Minerva (Inspired by The House on Mango Street)
Chris Essilfie-Obeng
My life is like a radio,
Playing the same songs over and over again.
I cry along to those same old songs,
Wishing I could find my escape,
But nothing changes.
No matter how much I pray for my song to finish,
This sad song of life—
Heard by none—
Continues to diminish me.
I’m afraid I have no one—
Am no one—
That’s why he’s still here.
I tried to make him leave,
But I was afraid:
“If he’s gone,
Who will be left to bump my song?”
So I let him back.
We are lost in the beat of it all,
And he’s changed!
Until the next week comes,
When I’m blacked with blues.