Breast

by Yakari Gabriel   Oct 24, 2012


When I was growing up,
my aunt nor my mother
would allow to be around men,
when they were around I had
to go inside, or go to sleep

..I was too little to understand
why, but my aunt always said
that it was because I was too funny,
or too charming, I attracted to much
attention, anyone could harm me.
I was too cute, too clumsy, too careless.

and so I was taught,
at a very young age to distance
myself from them, to not let them too close
to me, to protect myself.

..I had to hide my body,
no short shirts with tight shorts
that's too provocative..

it was always me,
always me, my other four cousins
are all girls too, but it was always me.
because there was just something
about me.

nowadays, I still ponder
how come now my mother asks me
for men, how come I don't want one
or have one.

its because children
are what they are taught,
and I was taught to fear them.

I always felt like they were things,
I shouldn't say, or clothes I should
wear, even though everyone around
me did, and I always felt like I couldn't

like now, my cousins change men,
and drive cars, and have relationships
but I feel little. I feel like I am locked
in a cage, and they are somethings
I really aren't allowed to have or
experience..

like sleeping without my mom,
not saying where I am going
arriving home when I want to.

I feel like I can't,
because it is always a scandal
if I do so

..I guess that's what
I get for being a charming little girl,
for making people love me, or want
to take me home..

I guess I earned my cage,
and even though the bars
are full of diamonds,

..It's still prison

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  • 11 years ago

    by Wafaa

    The final stanza along with the finishing line are simply amazing. It's a breathtaking poem. Well done!

  • 11 years ago

    by The Queen

    I have to agree with Mary Anne on this. You write about anything just as well as by simply venting your thoughts.

    You've nicely illustrated what emotions are through your poems.

    *Hugs*

  • 11 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    There is only one person that could have written this with such thought-provoking emotion....I just, my heart was hurting by the end....wow Yaki...especially how you opened up so much about your childhood, being raised to fear, distance yourself, from men. I guess I don't really realize how much of how we are brought up and what are parents believe shapes our future. When you write in the beginning about how your aunt describes you "too charming, too cute", it makes me think a thousand different things. Was she just trying to protect your heart? Was it so wrong to be so passionate? Why were you the one told to stay away? The emotions you describe here are so overwhelming, it just takes me by surprise then sinks in --- your stanzas I could read forever! The really unique part for me was how you described the cage, that it's a reward of some sort? but that it still remains barred though you have other things added to your life, there's still something without. Amazing how you described this! I honestly have never felt so much meaning in this poem, there's so much to be understood. Still be very hopeful- I believe when the right person comes across to you, you'll know and it will be alright.

    Beautiful poem as always, take care :]

  • 11 years ago

    by Decayed

    Like me, like me not,
    it's poetry that I'm liking, only. DOT.

  • 11 years ago

    by Decayed

    I never said this before. ....
    Midway, I was tearing. literally.

    your poetry is unique, Yaki,
    you're the only one in here that wears her words. every dot, every comma (misplaced or not) is full of you..

    high five~

    • 11 years ago

      by Yakari Gabriel

      You just can't come around here and swoon me with comments while I am trying to not like you okay

      life is really hard

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