Poem: The Bougainvillea
Bright red, light pink, even orange I see.
Showcasing its beauty, for the birds and the bees.
Decorating the garden, full of radiance and life
Oh, what a great surprise! I would be, to a wife.
Thinned skin, papery touch, feeling like a gem.
Growing in clusters, loaded with leaves and stems.
Oh be careful! For my thorns may prick your finger,
But even with that spike, the afflicted pain won't linger.
Wind blows, rain falls, yet firm I stand
Through the toughest of times, I still join the band.
Mixed with others, bundled to stay
To share sentimental value, in an ornamental way.
Broad smiles, happy faces, accepted with cheer
Then you placed me in a corner, as if you didn’t care.
Now I feel hard done for my welcome was short lived.
A few more minutes of your time, was all you had to give.
I wished I was an aloe, or an ugly cactus tree
So your husband wouldn’t picked me, he would live me let me be.
You should have put me in some water, or placed me back in soil
But instead you placed me on a dresser, to suffer and toil.
Slowly fading, crimping away, lost in despair
As I count my days wondering, “Why should I even care?”
With edification and beautification, I served my purpose,
But with neglect, hate and rejection, you treated me unjust.
This poem was written and narrated by Sabina Edwards
Video done by Mr. Nevion Cox
Pictures in the video: Google and YouTube
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