Sometimes things so awful happen we <br />cannot find the words to capture them, <br />so horrible beyond compare, we look <br />and there’s a cherished dream destroyed <br />yet we hobble on without the reverie <br />that kept our spirits strong <br /> <br />my life now turns to meaning measured as <br />ability to earn and care for kids I brought <br />into this world (supposedly against your <br />will) : but still you must humiliate me <br />publicly for daring to eat where you, for <br />my sake presumably, had forbidden me <br /> <br />once again my image-dream of love is <br />wrong, it’s not acceptance, benevolence <br />or kind consideration – it’s hard, cold, <br />exacting, meant for extracting the rigid <br />in us; then suddenly we are cooped up in <br />Hell and I am seeing pictures of me <br /> <br />a dwarf; ugly, shrunk, short and broad <br />with skin withering, brown freckles every- <br />where; realize what Jane’s gynaecologist <br />said is right – we should shrink up and die <br />immediately; is Gospel Truth indeed, we <br />are too ugly and useless to live – I agree <br /> <br />LIFE is a sad conviction of false promises <br />and dying hopes – I HATE Kwa-Zulu Natal, <br />I HATE the sun, I realize this with every boring <br />moment passing, most of all I HATE the heat <br />and everything to do with me – plus my idiotic <br />tribe with absurd ideas of self-sufficiency <br /> <br />(I didn’t know I was a dwarf, so when I discovered that I <br />was one, the shock was great - As for Jane at work –and <br />her gynae – I’m going to get his details and ask him to help <br />me wither and die immediately!)<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/extracting-the-worst-rev/
