Meena Kandasamy

(1984 - / Chennai / India)

An Angel Meeting Me - Poem by Meena Kandasamy

and may be we will
almost fall in love...
I will look into his eyes,
and he into mine—
my one single eye,
(the unfortunate other
blinded by a disciplinizing slap)
and we will agree, adjust
that Love can be Blind.
And he, healthy boy
well-fed, white with his rosy cheeks,
will wonder about me,
pity my bony body, those thin ribs
and worry
and feel my twisted ears
and the scars on my hands,
(reminders of the flirtation
of my skin and a cruel cane)
and perhaps lift my skirt...
Before he learns the greater horrors,
I owe him the truth of me—
So, I will say to him:
"I went to school".


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, June 20, 2012


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