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The Eyes of the Painting

November 30, 2021
By Afra PLATINUM, Kandy, Other
Afra PLATINUM, Kandy, Other
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Favorite Quote:
"You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!"
-Maya Angelou-

This is what I have to say to all my wicked Papa's side relatives...The thing is, they simply don't exist...So, how to tell them...Only the good paternal relatives of mine are still living, others (the indecent savages from my Papa's side) are Dead...Dead ACCORDING TO ME!!!


The day before tomorrow, I went to his house
There was a inverted painting near the hole of a mouse
"Creepie!" I thought
And the thought fought
All across my head like a lousy louse

I went toward the painting, tried to flip it to see
And I felt a hand behind me
It was him, he said I were beautiful,
Gave good compliments about my makeup, wonderful
I wanted to scream in joy, Weeeeeeeeee!

That night, after we went to sleep
I decided to wait until midnight to take a peep
at that painting which I could see before
So when the clock struck twelve, I opened the door
I went past the hole, which I then felt it really deep

I took the painting to my hand and saw
a drop-dead gorgeous woman, as white as snow
Her beautiful eyes were close; but her eyelids were perfect
She was prettier, not even close to our school's prefect
She was an angel and I felt jealous, you know

He were an artist, was she his past acquaintance? But,
I don't even know who she is, I envy her. Wait! What!
Her eyes opened and I was startled to see that then
Her makeup was gone, I screamed in fright but when
I saw him, In my stomach, I felt a cut

Her eyes were a knife, as sharp as her view
She had no makeup but she did not look 'eww'
He tried to convince me that I were that girl
Her eyes were different when they opened, like a curl
So I ran away and about that, my mouth I had to sew


The author's comments:

I dedicate this poem to Dad and Mom who taught me the beauty of life...

I dedicate this poem to Awrah, Amdhi and Aara...And I also dedicate this poem to all of my cousins, especially Aala, Zahra, Hayah, Amra, Naila...I also dedicate this poem to my nieces Manha, Minni, Menal and nephew Murad boy...

I also dedicate this poem to every reader of Teen Ink.


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Afra PLATINUM said...
on Dec. 3 2021 at 11:06 am
Afra PLATINUM, Kandy, Other
22 articles 0 photos 171 comments

Favorite Quote:
"You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!"
-Maya Angelou-

This is what I have to say to all my wicked Papa's side relatives...The thing is, they simply don't exist...So, how to tell them...Only the good paternal relatives of mine are still living, others (the indecent savages from my Papa's side) are Dead...Dead ACCORDING TO ME!!!

Thank you for your lovely comment...Many say so like you...I wonder how I write others life stories without even meeting them...😅😅😅