Collateral Tales

Safecity- Elsa D'Silva
Posted July 31, 2017 from India

I pretend to write books

But really I am one.

His hands pried open the covers of my lips

And wrote horror stories on the white papyrus of my baby teeth.

I’d never seen him read, really,

But he made fairy tale from my saliva,

Leaving me dying on a bedspread,

Confused as to whether I was the little princess

Locked in the tower of her own body

Or the colored witch no one took the time to love.

Opinions are of the poet. This poem was first published on Safecity.

Amanda Gorman, who volunteers for Safecity,is the Inaugural Youth Poet Laureate of the United States and Founder of Onepenonepage.org. Her first collection of poetry, entitled “The One for Whom Food Is Not Enough”, was published by Penmanship Books in 2015, and her work has appeared in The Wall Street Journal, The Huffington Post, and award-winning anthologies.

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Jill Langhus
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017

Hi Safecity. Thanks for sharing Amanda's raw poem with us. It definitely makes a person think.

Safecity- Elsa D'Silva
Aug 02, 2017
Aug 02, 2017

Thank you so much, Jill.

Regards,

Safecity

Jill Langhus
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017

You're welcome:)

Anita Kiddu Muhanguzi
Aug 01, 2017
Aug 01, 2017

Hi Safecity,

Thank you for such a lovely poem. It really speaks out volumes and makes us think hard. Thank you once again and i am looking forward to may more of your lovely poems.

Stay blessed

Safecity- Elsa D'Silva
Aug 02, 2017
Aug 02, 2017

Hi Anita,

Thank you so much for your kind words. We shall keep trying to write more.

Regards,

Safecity

Anita Kiddu Muhanguzi
Aug 08, 2017
Aug 08, 2017

Your welcome my dearest. Stay blessed