Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Poetry - "Pedagogue" #NaPoWriMo Day 12







Day 12:







Pedagogue
by Jennifer Patino

I was a puerile pawn once.

Pretentious,
he said all poets were.
Pretty,
he said I knew it.
Positively perfect,
he lied.

I was a permeated puppet once.

Perhaps more than once.
Pretty sure more than once.
Plainly,
all the time.

I was a paper doll once.

Perforated perfectly,
all in the wrong and right places.
Here,
of all places?

Plastered.
He perjured.
I paid.

He pillaged.
He planted.
He preyed.

I pushed it?
Pretty much.

Partly,
anyway.
I had to have.
That's what they all said.

Parasites.
They do this.
Paint our pictures of pain and
portray perspective
and present it
and preserve it
and punctuate it
and play with it
and prosper from it.

I was a punishment once.

Pardoned,
pitied,
prepared.

Praying...
for peace.
Please.
Persist.

Penance:
providing
the platform
he
purchased
my purity
from
and he never even
had any
permission.

I was in a position of power once.

Panting,
pleading,
persuading.

Putrid panther.
I let him get away
with it
by pretending it
didn't exist.

I am a psychogenic pariah now.

Properly publicized,
I putter around
passively placating
people
who presume
I am polluted
and
poisoned
with a
pulse
just barely pumping
out piety
and a voice
that phrases
petrified pleas
and still no one
perceives, or believes
or tries...
to dare pry.


Author's Note: I used today's optional prompt: alliteration. 



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