Glass House Poem by Ngimchule Nampeung
Glass House
Father, Mother!
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.
Pity.
Only what mother can spare for me.
What is pity?
I do not care to know.
Things unfathomable;
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.
©Ngimchule Nampeung
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4/26/2024 7:05:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I breathe, I live. I am human. Yet I stand denied. Invisible chains bind me. A perfect creation. A pride of the human race. He loves me, how can thou not? I am nought but human. I am denied. i am in chains.. it is the plight of a girl in so many countries. what todo. i think all the women poets should begin to write against it and create a great revolution. thank you. tony
Interesting how you perceived the poem.Thank u!