Sunday, December 30, 2007

jasmine

This is the 4th poem in my collection I sent for the GPA 2007 poetry competition.

It is said that if you dropped out of school, the males turn to the gangs, and the females turn to the nightclubs and cabarets, for the only assets they have are their good looks and bodies. Such is the tragedy of the lost and under-privileged.

Sorry about something this bleak to end the year.


jasmine
drawing by dsnake1
image scanned and enhanced by dsnake1



jasmine



jasmine squatted with her friends
at the stair landing.
she was spiking her cigarette
with heroin,
pushing the white stuff in
with a earpick, then wetting
the paper before lighting it.
jasmine, not yet eighteen,
was pretty, but her eyes
spoke with suicidal fury.
tonight she was wearing
a tight spaghetti strap top
accentuating her firm breasts
and a short mini-skirt
showing off those silky legs.

soon after her fix,
she will go down these stairs
and hail a taxi
to the cabaret where she works.
you think i want this life,
she would ask me
let those lechers touch me?
no, she's in for the money,
everyone's bleeding her for the money
her parents, her siblings
her useless junkie boyfriend.
there were always almost tears
in those mascaraed eyes.
that's why she smokes the smack
trying to forget the pain, the shame.
carrying the weight of many
parasites on those rounded shoulders
she stood up,
straightened her skirt
and went down those grimy stairs
in her stilettos,
in clothes
that were not meant
for her age.


03/09/06
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 )


to jasmine, and peg and annie and linda, wherever they are now.

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9 Comments:

Blogger iamnasra said...

This reminded me of 11 minutes by Paulo's book ..Thanks for inspiration

31 December, 2007 01:36  
Blogger polona said...

oh well... that's life too.
a poignant story but well told.

i wish you a happy and creative new year!

31 December, 2007 02:08  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

hi Nasra,
i have not read Paulo Coelho's book yet, but what i was describing happened in the early 80's here.

thanks for your kind comments. And have a wonderful 2008 ahead! :)

hi polona,
thank you!

Let me wish you a very happy and creative New Year too! :)

31 December, 2007 17:11  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

The realities of life don't change because of good wishes and a glittering ball drops on New Years day. I think You posted the perfect poem to begin 2008!!

02 January, 2008 23:12  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

:)

i was a bit hesitant to post this at this time of the year, but i said what the heck..

glad to see that you are back.
waiting to read more of your works in the new year. :)

02 January, 2008 23:41  
Blogger J. Andrew Lockhart said...

life moves on...
Well said.

03 January, 2008 15:03  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

andrew,
yes, life moves on, whatever the circumstances.

04 January, 2008 00:03  
Anonymous gautami tripathy said...

Touching story.

I started 11 minutes. However I could not read it beyond page 10. Somehow I was put off by it. May be reality gor into me..

05 January, 2008 23:23  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

Reality can be quite hard to take sometimes. :)

the worst thing is, you see drugs destroying all these young people, and you are unable to help much..

06 January, 2008 00:26  

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