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they called me
Laughing Maid but I did not laugh I used my calloused hands to hide my mouth from view I would not laugh at the name of their choosing a girl can live in a thousand skies I tried to live in mine the best I could I was the small tuft of cumulus calibrating far away from the others near the remote mountains I was leery of joining others of becoming part of the larger gathering of clouds which indicated the possibility of bad weather clashes avoidable controversy I wanted solitariness separateness silence I did not thrive among other clouds they weighted me down so I could not rise I mistook their rumbles of laughter as derision I heard the peals of their thunder and it foretold of impending anger I grew small deliberately so I couldn't be detected... nearly becoming vapor the kind that eventually gathers and then falls earthward as rain it was my new way of hiding I was no Laughing Maid it was just their joke a name they gave me they didn't know me or maybe didn't wish to know my circumstances so very awkward and different from their own I wished to be orphaned left to my own devices and machinations and not to those of others I wanted to be a child without a Mother without a Father and only one brother whose fate was the same as my own we might have been better off odd how children can smell fear and discontent even worse how it compels them to take you down at every opportunity the way a wolf would down a deer when it senses it is weak and limping completely out of breath they never saw me laugh or smile LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM/WORK 6:09 PM PST NOVEMBER 16TH 2017 AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER/AUTHOR MELISSA A HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED SITE TITLE-- MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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