Under My Mattress Poem by Quênia Lalita

i've got a poem
under my mattress

i keep it there, in case
i need to get away with murder one day

it's been there since
i was six years old

like my mother's words, once were
resonating through our chord, in her belly

i've got a poem
under my deepest guidemark

i keep it there
so i don't lose myself to the lark

my verses are weapons
my pen is a famished shark

i don't think i can pretend for much longer
i'm gonna crack, one of these days

i've got a poem under my mattress, and
i'm gonna need someone to keep it safe