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Motherly Hate/ Love

Two young mothers.

Nisansala broke her virginity at 25

With the man she crowned her king bee,

She took him inside her warm throbbing hive walls,

He buzzed with animal excitement,

She & he serenaded away,

Foreplayed their way

To on top, underneath, on top, underneath each other

Spinning into a new orbit above the Earth’s atmosphere.

She stained the moon yellow with her sweet sticky juices,

That’s why it’s called a honeymoon.

Nicola’s virginity was broken at 16

By the man her parents wanted as her lawful wedded,

Slicking the bedsheets crimson

As he appointed himself to missionary,

She froze in position,

He charged in with red flag waving,

She mutilated the alarm bells in her head.

Two minutes later

She raised the blood-white flag to signal surrender.

It wasn’t rape because he didn’t consent either,

Fulfilling God’s command to go forth and multiply

Is a necessary evil

– he reminds her to remind herself.

When Nisansala had her daughter

She taught her to know her place –

Not just the kitchen but the whole house,

Not just the house but the whole planet,

Not just the planet but the whole universe

– And beyond if it couldn’t house her greatness.

Her son’s masculinity was only under threat

When his classmates called him and his sister freaks.

He thought it common sense that

Girls had brains,

Boys had beauty,

Women were rational

And men were emotional!

They both had a strong drive

So Nisansala nitro fuelled their mental engines,

Smashed out red & amber so the lights would stay green

To turn misogyny into roadkill

On the race to a sexually equal future.

When Nicola looked at her daughter for the first time

She saw Genesis on replay,

A soul as crooked as a rib sending humanity straight to Hell.

She prayed for permission to sacrifice her only begotten son

So that all may be saved

Yet her Lord had said “Thou shalt not kill”

So maternity was Nicola’s cross to bear.

To other wives and mothers she was a martyr,

To her children’s emotional needs, she was just a breathing corpse.

The daughter was taught to quarantine herself from the contagion of a man’s touch

Yet submit to The Father’s will when he breached her.

Each day the son failed to find his mother’s soul

He scored a new line onto his wrists

And when there were too many failed attempts to keep score of

He thought it’s time to aim a bit higher.

aim a bit hgher

Poem: Thirsting To Escape

Anjali wanted to fly. The gossamer wings of her ambitions throbbed for wind to gush between and against them

But He said no. She grieved, for she expected the stabs of her Father’s razor tongue to ease away

Ever since mum was torched to death – but she was wrong.

In Jamaica, surrounded by the friendliest people and lapping up the Patois accent

Yet every morning and night she’d be back in India.

Father picked up where the Raj had left off, the weight of misogynistic oppression

Cracking her tiny bones just that little bit more every day.

Sister was reduced to splinters years ago. Brother piled the weight on, a sadistic smirk surgically implanted onto his face.

Anjali wanted an education, so she could grow up into an astrophysicist.

Father, on the other hand, wanted her to be a “good” obedient wife to a man she didn’t like or know.

Keeping her gaze down, not daring to glance at any other male while he watched her. VERY closely,

Biding his time for the blood-red flag to be raised to announce the onset of puberty.

Living across the street from the most beautiful school in Jamaica yet Father was honour-bound

To keep her parched, roasting in the deserts of ignorance. Knowledge, whether a trickle

Or an oasis, had to stay hidden in the well of her brain lest he demolish it,

Haemorrhage it out of her like a desert-ravaged vampire. Like the Rainbow Snake who ate the fertility-mother’s daughters in Aboriginal mythology

It was his job to possess females’ God-given birthright to power.

She couldn’t take it any longer, waiting til she’s bigger and stronger would have to wait.

Immigrated herself back to Portland Parish from the ghetto of Taj Mahal.

Wind gushed against her skin harder and harder as she accelerated. For the first time ever

The gossamer wings of her ambitions stretched, making the rainbow jealous of their colours,

Stretched and caught the wind by surprise.

Steady and straight toward the most beautiful school in Jamaica she fluttered.

Of course she’d need to quench her dehydrated mental faculties before she could go faster or further but…

At last Anjali flew.

© One Tawny Stranger 2014

POEM: Thirsting to Escape

This is my attempt at a half-poem half-story, and I intend to do more like this. I enjoyed doing it and I hope you enjoy reading it…

Anjali wanted to fly. The gossamer wings of her ambitions throbbed for wind to gush between and against them

But He said no. She grieved, for she expected the stabs of her Father’s razor tongue to ease away

Ever since mum was torched to death – but she was wrong.

In Jamaica, surrounded by the friendliest people and lapping up the Patois accent

Yet every morning and night she’d be back in India.

Father picked up where the Raj had left off, the weight of misogynic oppression

Cracking her tiny bones just that little bit more every day.

Sister was reduced to splinters years ago. Brother piled the weight on, a sadistic smirk surgically implanted onto his face.

Anjali wanted an education, so she could grow up into an astrophysicist.

Father, on the other hand, wanted her to be a “good” obedient wife to a man she didn’t like or know.

Keeping her gaze down, not daring to glance at any other male while he watched her. VERY closely,

Biding his time for the blood-red flag to be raised to announce the onset of puberty.

Living across the street from the most beautiful school in Jamaica yet Father was honour-bound

To keep her parched, roasting in the deserts of ignorance. Knowledge, whether a trickle

Or an oasis, had to stay hidden in the well of her brain lest he demolish it,

Haemorrhage it out of her like a desert-ravaged vampire. Like the Rainbow Snake who ate the fertility-mother’s daughters in Aboriginal mythology

It was his job to possess females’ God-given birthright to power.

She couldn’t take it any longer, waiting til she’s bigger and stronger would have to wait.

Immigrated herself back to Portland Parish from the ghetto of Taj Mahal.

Wind gushed against her skin harder and harder as she accelerated. For the first time ever

The gossamer wings of her ambitions stretched, making the rainbow jealous of their colours,

Stretched and caught the wind by surprise.

Steady and straight toward the most beautiful school in Jamaica she fluttered.

Of course she’d need to quench her dehydrated mental faculties before she could go faster or further but…

She flew.