You held the ornate cup of tea
beautifully brewed by me
Looked into the leaves to find
a secret you wanted to hide
Something too taboo to repeat
someone beaten black and blue like meat
And I asked, what wouldn’t you do
for me to hide this crime for you?
My first attempt at a streetbeatina. An eight line poem with each line consisting of eight syllables. The first syllable of the first line is repeated as the second syllable in the second line, the third syllable of the third line and so on, the repetition of the sound of the syllable at precise intervals providing the poem with a natural beat and musicality.
The rhymes in my poem are not required by the form, but the first two lines I wrote wound up rhyming, and I ran with it.