Drama

No cocktail works,

The bartender shook and stirred;

I asked him to add a few of my ingredients.

He filled me a pitcher with an umbrella.

I said my goodbyes and sat by the water.

Dusk turned to dawn,

The pitcher was long gone.

I closed my eyes and dreamed of a fairytale,

The sun came up and seagulls started squawking.

I opened my eyes and saw the sun.

Cheeks dried, sand on feet;

I stumbled back to where it began,

With daggers in my heart,

And images an effigy burning.

I keep living, I keep dreaming.

My body is Wakandan.

It refuses to just give up,

When my heart and mind,

Have given up and asked me to drown.