|Orla McArt is a history and English teacher.
She lives in Co. Leitrim.
That child was a little too wild
For your liking-
That bit too outspoken for your
Drooped irritably- when
Engaging me in conversation- I wasn’t the
Right sort.True, my manners
Weren’t as practiced as your
Babes- too bookish- a tad odd. But
Recognises adult’s disapproval.They
Internalise that shit. There’s a desperate
Desire to please.
To be sweeter- but nectar
From a bee is rejected-
I wanted to be like yours
Even dumbed myself down-
Stupefied myself for your
Socialised- played- falsified.
It was then I learnt
To bow to others will. Oh, cruel
have passed- and while time may heal
Damage must be undone.
A daily chore- internal struggle- as I
Practice tolerance and
Choose to be
That rejected child’s