Introductory Portfolio, Poem 6

'Brittanys' Turmoil

Brittany
A Namesake
That’s gone through much turmoil

It’s tossed and turned
Twisted and lurched
Turned inside out
Cut, sliced, diced, and whipped

First born softly
A “Bri” on a breeze
With twin “T’s,” tightly attached
Almost intertwined
“any” of which were special

Until

Some twin “T’s” were torn apart with
Scraped “ney’s,” Engraved scars of their pain

And some “Brits” were cut in half
Losing themselves forever
Still others were dragged by the
Horses “neigh,” a rare abuse not unheard of
Just one of the everlasting wounds

Brittany
Britney
Britt
Britneigh

It never ends
The Spear that cuts their hearts
Rips away their soul, their center, their identity

All because of that Spear,
Piercing with such vigor and disdain

Slicing hairs, breaking hearts
Poison to the lung, Drunken heat scorching the belly
Irrational, illogical, a danger to prosperity
Giving us Brits a bad name, and only adding to our pain

Have we not suffered enough?