Three

She smells sweet / like lavender

The putrid sound rings high / Sour scents / Rotten things

The succulent lilt of his sides / smooth

27 is crude / 59 is all attitude / But three is beautiful

Bright

Mommy tells me to be quiet

But the voice of 3 / calls so sweetly to me

And I can’t stay seated

Ya see / I need her with me

Because 3 is the most beautiful number I have ever heard or seen

She sounds like the breeze / As it runs through daisies

And I don’t understand / Why I can’t demand

To have her with / me always

To make her stay

Momma says no / 5 is the right guy

And he’s cool and all / just not my type

But I’m not the type to judge

So don’t judge me / If I only

want to see my best friends in threes

I posted this to my classes NaPoWriMo, not my best work but still. Let me know what you think 🙂

Author: Rachelle Saint Louis

Rachelle Saint Louis is a Haitian-American writer, born and raised in South Florida. She received a 2018 Silver Medal in the Scholastic Art and Writing Competition for her poem “Red Blood Cell.” She is currently a Psychology and English double major at Florida Atlantic University. Her poetry has been published in Rigorous Magazine. Rachelle has been writing poetry since the 7th grade and you can often find her performing Spoken Word at local open mics. View all posts by Rachelle Saint Louis