SEEN NOT HEARD.A Poem by Terry CollettA LITTLE GIRL AND HER UNLOVING PARENTS.Seen but not heard. That Seems to be your parent’s Philosophy, probably was From the start, right back To the time your mother Spread her legs and thrust You out. Miji, they call you. Couldn’t even be bothered To give you a decent name, Just some sound that came From their booze soaked Brains. You know you’re Not loved; love has to show Or be felt and they do neither, Only come on with the shouts And clouts and the big elbow Rejection if you make too much Noise or smile or try for their Love. Should have been a boy, Father says often; girls aren’t Worth a dime, he moans. You Have bruises like medals; more Rejection words than a two-bit Writer. You can feel their icy Coldness like a winter wind; You can sense their chill looks Even without looking, you are The daughter they didn’t want, Like some plague visiting the Small village of their minds. You will lay in bed tonight Listening to their rows and Fights and shouted words from Some song from the turned Up high second hand hi-fi And wonder where the black Spider went that sat in the corner Of your small room’s ceiling; Perhaps it’s in your bed. Maybe That’s its legs you are feeling. © 2010 Terry Collett |
StatsAuthorTerry CollettUnited KingdomAboutTerry Collett has been writing since 1971 and published on and off since 1972. He has written poems, plays, and short stories. He is married with eight children and eight grandchildren. on January 27t.. more..Writing
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