Harley Quinn

by Patricia Alliott

I created a persona of jokes and jest, and it was all for him. A short poem.

I've created my persona out of jokes and jest to show how much I love him.

I live a life of fun! Of love.

I learned to love crime as much as him.

He turned crime into a comedy.

He makes me feel sensations I've been denied my whole life.

I didn't know pain could feel so good.

I learned to improvise.

I know how to put on a show.

I love the sound of laughter.

His laugh is the one I long for the most.

I love Screams of pain, who knew I would love something like that.

I treat life like a joke. The world my playground.

The persona I created so carefully to show him he's not alone became my skin, I became the persona.

Because now I feel like nothing without the painted white face, the black lipstick, the red and black of my my Jester suit.

Maybe all along it wasn't a persona, it was me, it was Harley Quinn, and I've been here all along you just have yet to realize it.