As a Child
As a child
I played with stuffed animals
Mother tried to give me dolls
But I knew
That unlike the animals that silently must stay in your presence
The dolls will grow into adults one day
And not like you anymore
As a child
I had trouble moving very fast
I couldn’t be one with the other girls
So I was one with slugs and the leisurely insects.
As a child
I had a best friend who wanted to design her own house
It had three kitchens
I drew dragons
I wished to marry one
As a child
My best friend gave me a “best friend’s forever card”
I Wonder where she was able to buy such a card?
She started at my school
I asked her to play with me
She said my games didn’t go anywhere
She fell in love with boys.
She asked what kind I would like.
A smart one I said. One that engulfs himself incessantly
In tiny text.
And what else? She asked
As an early teen I went to her right of passage party.
I wanted to congratulate her but she couldn’t seem to see me.
Her brother spoke to me.
As an early teen I couldn’t go to her parties.
I longed to go but
She told me in inattentive tones that
She knew I would be bored.
As an early teen boys picked on me for wearing make up.
They thought my skirt was too short and my top too tight.
They wanted me to not wear so much black.
I wanted them to smile at me and say I’m cute.
Like they did to the other girls with make-up.
Improbable.
I only want one child.
Mother says five.
I only want one child.
Mother says three.
I only want one child.
Mother says twelve.
Doesn’t mother wonder, like I do,
What rights do we have to produce
Too many children into this already filled world?
As an early teen I realized
That my friend and me had grown apart
Strange thing to grow apart from someone who
Is almost like a sister to you
I thought
As if we had ever really been close.
My friend got other friends
And a boyfriend.
A smart one.
With eyeglasses.
And I
I got a goldfish to watch over.
I noticed that its eyes resembled those
Of my friends boyfriends.
As a child my friend had played with dolls.
She probably would have many children.
I would have one.
To my mother
Same as none.
As a child
We grew up as sisters.
As early teens we split
She tormented me with her happiness
Which never lived in my home.
I tried again
To have a special friend
I had another almost sister
But she had problems seeing me too.
My goldfish swims happily
In its empty bowl.
Is it aware
That I’m it’s companion?
As a child
I loved dragons
They were strong, with breath of fire
They Flied
And in the end
They were freed from the princess
Not many (good) poems and writing on this subject. Evocative and compelling poem.
Margaret Atwood is one of the few who tried to get where you are going in this poem in her best known novel “Cat’s Eye” , where she attempted to confront how bullying (mobbing) separates and alienates a person from her early youth to the separations (caused by this bullying) in adulthood. In this story an artist returns to her childhood home of Toronto for a major exhibition of her work and finds herself reliving the horror and isolation of her youth due to bullying. It becomes clear that this harassment in her formative years has caused an inconceivable and irresolvable rupture in her which makes reaching out to the rest of humanity and living in the social impossible. Now she is condemned to living life separated from the rest of the living due to his period in her life. The last sentence in the book:
‘This is what I miss, Cordelia: not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen. Two old women giggling over their tea.”
, lets us know she will now never have the ability to have a close friend because of the resonances formed in the horror of mobbing.
You catch Atwood’s (in your own voice) simplicity, confusion, terror and rupture here!