Ring My Bell
By Jo-Ryan Salazar
Poem 7: Kaorin è Rain In Pain…The Longing
Water. It pours down on me
As I wait here, still, quiet.
Water. It flows out of my eyes,
A love lost, forgotten, oblivious.
Do you love me? That is all I need to know.
And still, I, who watches it all unfold
And unravel
Cannot summon the inner strength
That I so long to deserve
To find the words
To ask you
Softly, gently, discreetly.
You think it is a joke,
That I am some hoity-toity
Playgirl, fangirl, some other girl
Who has nothing to do
But follow you like a hawk.
But it isn't. Why should it be?
I am sixteen years old,
A woman, on the verge of
Making pain become pleasure
If I (I!) could just find that someone.
I don't care if it's a man or a woman.
All I care for is someone I can trust.
I need someone
Who can save me from being
Exploited, manipulated
From those who are sick enough
To make women lower that they
Should be,
And deliver me to those
Who raise women upon women
To a higher existence.
So this I ask.
Do I wait in vain
As the rain falls down?
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter.
Every drop that falls
Is a heartbeat, my heartbeat,
And it will not stop beating
Until I die…
…and the rain falls away.
I want you. Now.
End Poem 7
