Glass House - Poem by Ngimchule Nampeung
What am I?
They would not tell.
Echoing silence fills the timbered space.
Father, will thou not behold thine own?
Are thou afraid I will see myself in thine eyes?
Hideous is all I imagine myself to be.
Only what mother can spare for me.
What is pity?
I do not care to know.
Yet they would not tell.
I breathe, I live.
I am human.
Yet I stand denied.
Invisible chains bind me.
Father, Mother! Love me.
Give me a name.
Let me out;
Unhidden from stares.
Let me for once revel in the sweet sheer light of Heaven.
He made me,
Like thee.A perfect creation.
He loves me, how can ye not?
I am nought but a pride of the human race.
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