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Malla
she was told so often means bad it left her feeling caught in a dark place like a coffin poor Malla poor bad Malla fledgling girl-bat of the night little girl who drove Mama bats gave her the frights poor Malla all the sickness of it bad Malla poor bad Malla child who wanted another name ambition was not in her number's game she would've preferred mystery like annonymity so how would it be if she was free to be the being she never was and not the one deemed the cause of every bad event or thing so hard to everything to everyone when Malla is your name so bad to worse is the luck you bring what a fallacy what emotional logic being someone's unhappy pet or vanity project what was Momma thinking when she applied your name to the birth certificate Malla poor bad Malla how having the name made her do her best to be misconstrued so hard to be the misanthrope so often dissed too often unglued so often flattened and depressed playing at High Mass Miss Black Malla in the very bleakest brackish of hues Bad Malla poor petit bad Malla tis it true how Malla wanted no one's love nor no one's fickle trust and why in unholy confidence she was truly a bust had she been predestined to such singularity whether unfair or just it couldn't have been this cruel a small young bat without a tribe or rules how insane to remain contained within the name of Bad Malla poor bad Malla when one does their best to live up to an unchosen moniker it ain't no Christmas present not even close to Channukah there was no minor miracle which occured nor an inspiring chronicle only an absence of love or light Bad Malla born the day after Christmas Night not a gift but the bane of the day she gave in spades presenting her Momma with 58 hours worth of increasing pain then re-gifted it to her (as she was told) again and again oh Bad Malla poor bad Malla beyond fate's kind embrace the original cause of her parent's first marital pretensions Malla flies to the shadow lands to hide her feelings and her face better not to show any of her imperfections nor any inflection of human grace Bad Malla poor Bad Malla rarely having rarely owning her place who will ever take her home if there is one ///////////////////// original poem/idea/rant/work copyrighted on Aug 22 2017 and also for this author Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo (malla) Straight From Her Tilt-a-World came to me in a flash/dream I secretly like it Again, the bluest of menus Vote for this poem |
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