She doesn't understand your looks yet
She can't decipher the meaning of that stare
Your venom-coated words don't poison her
She doesn't yet know she should care
Her mother's somewhere nearby
Doing twice the labor for less equal pay
Little girl extends her palm experimentally
She doesn't yet know what to say
When she smiles at you
Her lips curl up all the way
She tears around barefoot
This child, she is happy today
As time passes, changing the world
Leaving the non-existent unchanged
She has changed, caught in a web
Her young smile now for ages caged
Her mother sees herself in her
And a thousand others like her in her (fallen feathers)
But acceptance is the family trade
Each one goes the way the other
What is a human not grown from a child,
A child that's a child for just a while?
She never grew up the day she learnt to beg
The child was vaulted the moment she knew
What you saw when you looked at her, looked at others just like her:
Inheritant filth, a different breed, unlike you, impure
The world's self-proclaimed humans acknowledge her not
Surely, well-justified scorn, indifference is the cure
Today it rains, pours; the skies release their elixir
Finicky, run for cover, leather soles ruin in water
She remains in the open, her non-existent soul sighs
The little girl peeps from behind clouded, clueless eyes
Automatic, unconsciously she smiles
3 comments:
I love the way you ended it. The contrast is beautiful. And I also love the paragraph about indifference.
Overall, great work :D
i really like it. the writting is great... but it does not move me. i think it has to do with the fact that your subject is so visible to me in my everyday world and her pain is so shared and known by me that this comes only as an assertion of what we know.
please explain (fallen feathers)!
loved the last line
also: But acceptance is the family trade : VERY GOOD WRITING
yeah, i get what you're saying. (which is why i put it up, i still have 'issues' putting up the touchy-feely stuff!) pain moves me to write, and then this one i wrote just to 'show and tell', rather than to 'feel' cause i'm the type that generally does the 'feel'type of writing a lot!
and fallen feathers: feathers have this purpose, they keep the bird afloat. but a few feathers gone, the bird still flies and it seems ok to the bird, to us looking at the bird...but to that one feather, it's down.
thanks a lot girls..love you guys!
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