Cradle Lie

Since the cradle a brown girl learned 
talking to oneself was a sign of insanity 
and insanity was next to ungodliness.

For the sake of her tribe she had to be 
whole and she was not to go around 
shouting ghosts under the full moon. 
Else, she would be tagged or cast out. 

Unless they exorcized the demon out 
of her or she went to a wake, a fitful 
place to scream and cure the beast 
from her bosom.

And who could wail harder than 
a melancholy soul grieving at strangers' 
funerals wishing she would trade bed 
with the body until her wish came true? 

But to to those unaware of her ailment, 
she was just a broken creature unfit 
to cope and who had suffered a twisted 
fate unworthy of the gods' grace. 


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