Thursday, May 31, 2012

Ugly Stories

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Ugly Stories  
(Published in the May 2012 edition of Blackberry, a magazine)

I 
Whisperer

You flail upon the ground,
wail and conceal your face.

And I stand before your naked grave.
Headlines scream your story.

Speak to me, my sisters.
Tell me how it feels
to know such darkness.

Your stories sap my marrow
but they must be heard and
I must tell them again and again.

II
Migrant

Wrong race, religion,
class, gender,
stray dog in alien town,
my dream to climb to the top
has left me a scalded fright.

III 
Spurned Love

I listened to my doubts,
rejected marriage.
An acid tantrum seared my face.
This man’s pride is stronger
than professed love.
No other shall have or love me.


IV 
Runaway

Desire for liberty cost me freedom.
Father stakes his claim,
vows to take the life he created.
.
Cringing, tight-lipped mother
sneaks me crumbs.

V 
Bride Price

Mothers choose,
aunts and grandmothers
approve the verdict,
decide who wins the village beauty.
I am carted away, a trophy,
intelligence no part of my worth.
The price I fetch fills coffers.

VI 
Between Rocks

Swaddled in old culture cocoon,
I craved to be a butterfly.
A tug of war and cries of family shame 
hurtled me into a freezing river.

My coffin, a car
rocked by water’s rush,
sits on a bed of smooth blue stones.
No one heard my screams.

VII
Because I Am A Woman

They fear us
bearers of the human race,
fear our beguiling eyes,
alluring smell, cotton-candy voice, 
youth, beauty, robust hips,
our womb.
Raped
because I am a woman,
my outcry provoked
a hail of stones,
sparked a deadly crush.
Silenced
because I am a woman.


VIII 
A Place Where Sons Are Kings

When I see my baby girl,
agony shrouds my face, jolts my bones.
Mouths groan and pelt bitter blame,
three daughters are unforgivable.

Unborn sons do not wish
to be cradled by hands that
have held only daughters.

In the name of unborn sons,
I have sacrificed daughters,
heard their strangled cries.

My daughter’s death is swift
and so is mine,
in a world where sons are kings.

Althea Romeo-Mark © 19.02.2012

Alisha Sommer
Editor
BLACKBERRY: a magazine

4 comments:

  1. Amazing stuff, Althea, very powerful. And very topical, too. Congratulations on tackling such a difficult subject – you're a star! Most importantly, though, let's hope this kind of mistreatment of women will soon be a thing of the past!
    Much Love and Peace to you and yours
    Margret

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  2. Reading your poems is like tucking yourself in a corner and taking some yummy cookies, one at a time and screaming no, when the last piece is inevitably gone. So tasty, my friend!

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  3. Women of all cultures (and men too, of course)have endured too many atrocities. The horrible, hellish incidents are now coming to light because of the media and the internet. I felt I had to give voices to them. Not a week passes without an ugly story raring its head.

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  4. Really powerful, Althea. My favourites are Whisperer and Because I am Woman...but they're all really compelling...and sad.

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