i wrote this for one of my story/poems. i retrieved it to give it its own space. i wrote it to honor my friend's heritage, and for her astounding strength of character. it isn't true. in a better world it might be.

Mother's Tale



My mother spoke of respect, demanded it

As her mother had demanded it

As her mother had demanded it

And so I am the progeny of respect, as are you


Husbands implanted them

As your father implanted me


We walked head bowed

With tiny steps, with tiny feet

Behind, always behind

Never seeing the sky or stars


They put us where and how they wanted us

And used us as they would


What could we do

We talked and giggled among ourselves

Made crude jokes at our husbands' expense

That was all we could do


The men built the walls and raised the roofs

That protected us, and kept us within


One day we rose up and said enough

And our men crumbled like so much sand

We understood that what we had, they wanted

More than what we wanted from them



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Written on 2015-02-15 at 16:05

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Great read...I refused to crumble now I live alone...if one of a pair must crumble then there is no point.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Enjoyed this very much. And got me to thinking , much.
Ken D

What a wonderful story! Metaphorically or real it's a great lesson. Viva la libertad! in any language. (I don't speak any of the Oriental languages so that's the best I can do.)

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I like this poem. It's well-written. Having grown up on West Coast, I know the heritage it reflects. The final quatrain may not be true, but it's entirely plausible.