*Through Aunt Harriet (David's aunt)'s perspective*
She is my flesh and blood, my sister
And I truly had missed her
I needed her help, her helping hand
But I was declined for whatever I stand
"My baby is beautiful" I told her
But all she heard was a big slur
She can't say no to me
She has to let stay free
For "I am not ashamed", I strongly claimed
"My baby is beautiful", I repeated
My life is over, I was defeated
And I left that house knowing I'd never see my spouse
For I knew he would marry another
To make her a "true" mother
YOU ARE READING
The Chrysalids Poems
PoetryThis is a school project i decided to put on here. For every chapter of The Chrysailds (there are 17 of them) i will write a poem. I hope you enjoy and if you haven't read The Chrysailds by John Wyndham there are going to be spoilers. I recommend...
