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(INSPIRED BY "SHE WILL DIE YOUR DAUGHTER" BY SUSANNAH JOFFE)
She will,
She will die your daughter.
Caved in by the heartstrings that always tug.
Thorn of a collar tied around your daughter's neck.
And dear family and friends,
If she were a mouth,
You would be the duct tape.
If she were a little girl,
You'd be a silly boy who keeps peeping under her dress
sitting at the table beside her.
She will,
She will die your daughter.
And when the letter of finality is found,
stamped with the clarity of her sorrow,
You wouldn't believe the contents of the receipts.
Does the government drinking at the bar feel the scorch of inflammation?
Similarly, did the officials feel the 23 knives they plunged in Caesar?
A used little girl,
Promised love yet tricked despite her heart's sure covenant.
If her eyes were a candle,
You'd be the mistress blowing out the candle before an adulterous act.
''She was just a little girl,
How could she have known?''
The aunties judge.
Rightly so, she was just a little girl.
Popping prescriptions to feel somewhat okay.
How would she have known
that her own very voice would be the one to echo:
''It wasn't your fault,
It never was'',
to familiar toddler eyes,
belonging to a girl yet uncaught.
She will die your daughter,
And while you wonder why,
She'll have wonder where you were, who you were,
long before...
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The title hooks me in like a grapple. Oh, how everyone’s dream is to fit in. But you still don’t get a sense of belonging. Maybe this poem will be comforting. Maybe it will tell a story.
Also, the inspiration; is that a song or novel or movie? I would love to know more about it!
The first stanza hits hard. If you birth her, expect her to die as the same person from your womb. At least that’s my interpretation, I don’t know! Heartstrings that always tug, that’s great description of that feeling.
The comparison of how people often judge what we wear to duct tape, a mouth, and a boy under the dress. Perfection. It carries heavy meaning, yet you expressed it easily.
DAMN. I’m blown back by the impact this poem makes! Deserves more attention for SURE.
This society is very messed up. Yet you still somehow organized it into a poem. Little girls are lively and innocent. Once things like that happens, it traumatizes them for life and ruins their childhood that’s suppose to be curious and adventurous. I love how you’re spreading awareness.
When you trail off on the last line, it’s like the narrator is drifting into their lost thoughts again.
Young toddler eyes: so curious about the new world, yet there are more dangers being discovered every day. How long till woman will have to live in constant fear?
Overall, this is a wonderfully crafted piece, and it helps me see the world from a new perspective. Thank you for sharing!
happy writing!
~catsz
This tugs at my heart string because last year part of my family found out that my grandfather (I'm calling him Meanie from now on) was a very gross guy. I'm not going to go deep into details about it but Meanie in that case was the little boy that peeps under your dress. And i'm sorry that you or anyone knows how that feels. It's a painful burden to bear and I hope everyone who did that is out of your life now if this is based on yourself as well.
I'm so sorry, that must be horrible! I hope you and your family are alright. I'm good and thriving thanks! Also, cute pfp.