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rite of passage
by Nanette BellmanSince the day I was born,
it was deemed safer for all
if I kept my wings clipped and hidden.
After all, someone like me,
with this type of ability,
is hazardous to health in general.
No one knew my secret
but their educated guesses
were enough for them
to keep their distance from me...
everyone...except him.
He looked at me
and told me I had great potential,
told me everything is a gift from God
...including myself.
I told him that I may be a gift
but what I had was a curse.
I didn't question him when he took my hand.
His violent riots
kissed the lesions of my brain
and he brought hatchets the size of hatchets
to tear at my skin suit
and make me a real girl.
I didn't shed a tear while he put me out of my misery.
05/05/2010 Posted on 05/05/2010
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 05/06/10 at 10:21 PM this is abrasive...but kinda gorgeously so. i find romance in brutal truths...hmm. i like it though...i like that at the very end, i was faced with a decision as to where i want the poem to go. straightforward and aggressive in its dream state. yummy lovely. |
| Posted by Johnny Crimson on 05/12/10 at 11:17 AM I love what you've done with my skin suit. :) |
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