Stressed out mum,
spoiled little princess sidling next to her.
Princess sees something,
cries, yells.
Mum snaps,
mum slaps,
strangers talk crap.
Perfect people tut and chastise
under their breaths.
Politely
staring and judging.
Scummy mummy,
council estate junky,
shouldn't be having kids.
Sterilise it.
Cauterise it.
Clean out the infection
from society.
Not that it’s selfishness
on society’s part,
no.
It’s for her own good,
yes,
the only way she can be
truly happy.
Cure her
of her filthy motherhood,
filthy womanhood.
As a bonus
curing society
of a sickness.
A burden bearing us down.
Eating our money,
drinking our resources,
breathing our air
We’ll ask consent when she’s
in the right mood.
If she refuses
we may have to be rude.
She’ll never guess what we’re thinking,
stupid, stinking,
animal.
A poem I wrote for one of my A215 assessments. Actually the first "proper" poem I wrote, beyond a nonsense rhyme at school and a couple of haiku. Unsurprisingly got a crappy mark for it, haha. Every time I tried to make it follow any particular form, it felt like it lost something important, so in the end I left it largely the way I first wrote it. Unfortunately this did not show my tutor much of what I had learnt from that unit.
Still, even if my marks were bad, I'm glad I gave it a go. I would never have thought I could write poetry, even the pretentous twaddle I post here. That's a new side to myself I discovered, and even if it's a rather silly one I feel happy for finding it.
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Second Thoughts
PoetryCollection of random poems I think of from time to time. Thought it might be better to collect them into one, rather than having lots of separate files. No particular theme, and the poems may or may not be completed.
