Belle of the Brain

Here’s another poem I wrote specifically for a poetry slam. The “gentleman” who hosted the slam had suggested in a social media group a few weeks before that I was prideful about my writing. I decided to prove him right. 😉 Enjoy!

Be less flesh and

more spirit, they say

Seek salvation intentionally,

but we all sin deadly on

at least one count

and mine is vanity.

It’s not that I stare

transfixed by reflection

I like mirrors the way

I like Cajun

with a full-bellied smile for

a delicacy,

but we all sin deadly on

at least one count

and mine is vanity.

It’s for my brain I’m

most vain

so impressed by its notions

my wit, my writing, my…

SAT scores

my MENSA membership

my English Degree,

though never a spelling bee

Hey, we all sin deadly on

at least one count

and mine is vanity.

So don’t tell me to check

my ego

My ego’s a big burly guy named Lee

He’ll deck you before I can check him

most especially if I’m waxing

literary.

Those who know me a bit may

furrow their brow

for this is not a side of me

they see

Let me tell you of an epic struggle between

the brain snob and the Southern Belle in me

It’s a story that only makes sense

in places like Georgia

Kentucky and Tennessee

Pride, neatly bridled by sweetness

born and bred, then

beaten in, if need be

It’s the fight of the century every

day of the week

Really, Pacquiao/Mayweather got nothin’

on me

Because we all sin deadly on

at least one count

and b’lieve it or not, Suga!

Mine is VANITY!