Micole Dsouza

mare

I'd take that path again, they said it is far better to face the known evil 

but I was merely ten, when they dragged me to my grave and handed me a shovel 

it's pitiful almost, honing on about my aches 

those childish eyes have long since aged 

my home was a marble structure 

untainted and glorious and godforsaken 

at least until it rained sulphur and the lead hardened 

but I'd take that path again not for them but for me 

naive as I was and still am 

id run down again and again 

after alll 

I am my mother's stubborn mare

Words from the Author:

“This is a piece I'd written after a particularly strenuous family trip. I've always never really fit in with my extended family (I mean beyond my parents and siblings) and the same goes for my mother. South Asian families usually aren't the most perfect in laws, they tend to be demanding and demeaning which is what my mother experienced. I've been told that I'm a lot more similar to my mom in personality than anyone else- and I agree.”