Twenty-Five Without Beard - Poem by DOMINIC PREMPEH

I was born like the others
Whether through nature, nurture or by destiny
I do not grow as my peers
My size is small compared to age-mates
At twenty-five
I do not have beard as my mates have
At least, the only thing that shows growth after all

My pain knows no bound
When I am isolated from my age-mates
And forced to sit among kids at every function
Mockery, fun, and injustices are always meted to me
I still wear clothes for children
And various custodians use me as a test tube
To master their administrative art and leave soon

I have seen pain and fear throughout
When at some extent I thought I would die
And those who kept me alive kept me for one thing
They wouldn't have had anywhere to be without me
Nature brings few hairs to me every year
And fewer of these hairs would see light for days
So I resort to wigs to keep me bounty and hairy

I have lost count of the times I resolved to grow at all cost
Medicines and chemicals
Heavy food; fruits and vegetables
And, sometimes supplements
And backed all these with prayers
I am twenty five
But I am still the same: stunted, smallish and unknown!

(10th Jan.,2016; Ofoase)

Topic(s) of this poem: age, growth, misery, pain, painful, sad

Comments about Twenty-Five Without Beard by DOMINIC PREMPEH

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/15/2016 4:09:00 AM)

    So sad to have pain in life. This is entirely thought provoking poem shared really.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 15, 2016

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