Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #177
I Broke A Plate
by Belinda Roddie
I broke a plate, on purpose - an heirloom
passed down on my father's side, just to spite
my grandmother. While my mom fetched the broom,
the crone flew into a great rage, a fright
to my young cousins. She cursed and she shrieked,
threatening to slap me silly. I shook
my head and laughed, not taking the small Greek
woman seriously. For years, she took
my pride away, my happiness. She had
been cruel and abusive to me as I
went through childhood. She told me I was bad
for being who I was. She wondered why,
aloud, she had been cursed with such a girl,
so I was willing to destroy her world.
by Belinda Roddie
I broke a plate, on purpose - an heirloom
passed down on my father's side, just to spite
my grandmother. While my mom fetched the broom,
the crone flew into a great rage, a fright
to my young cousins. She cursed and she shrieked,
threatening to slap me silly. I shook
my head and laughed, not taking the small Greek
woman seriously. For years, she took
my pride away, my happiness. She had
been cruel and abusive to me as I
went through childhood. She told me I was bad
for being who I was. She wondered why,
aloud, she had been cursed with such a girl,
so I was willing to destroy her world.
Comments
Post a Comment