By Elizabeth Yu
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when I was five years old
my mother dipped my feet
in a warm bath of blood and herbs
I remember her tears like rain
splashing about my feet
like a timid absolution
“this is mother love,” she whispered
her hands shaking as she
gently curled my toes under my feet
and cracked my arch in half
my scream shattered the peace
of the two white doves
nesting in the peach tree
outside the rice paper windows
they flew away
never to be seen again
I'm guessing this poem is about forcing girls to have small feet in China? Years ago, when I read about how it affected the little girls, I couldn't stop thinking about it and it was hard to sleep. My heart was crushed to think of it.
ReplyDeleteThis is well done - invokes a powerful image in my head
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. But painful.
ReplyDeletethat sounds horrible :|
ReplyDeletecreepy but awesome
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful :)
ReplyDeletePoignant and beautiful...
ReplyDeleteLoved it Elizabeth!
aJ
Beautiful poem and profound coming from a 13 year old :)
ReplyDeleteWow such pain...
ReplyDeleteThis is an extremely profound, hard hitting and powerful poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you EEEEEEEESHIE for sharing, and I hope you have a lovely weekend.
:)
hard to imagine an eight grader writing something so deep :O very nice!
ReplyDeleteI shuddered reading it! Awesome poem.
ReplyDeleteWow.
ReplyDeleteI got chills reading that.
ReplyDeleteVery nice work.
Oh my, these prodigious 13-year-olds just keep getting better and better... and better. :D
ReplyDeleteHmmm, makes you think
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Wow. A 13-year-old kid wrote ts? Awesome!!
ReplyDeleteShesh! That really sounds painful.
This is an amazing work of pros.
ReplyDeleteI think I may well up.
ReplyDeleteDamn, this is deep.
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is, WOW. That this poem was written by an 8th grader is absolutely amazing!
ReplyDeleteThe word choice, the imagery, the shock of realizing what is happening to this child...it's the work of a master poet. Would love to see some of her other work!
Whoa...just...whoa.
ReplyDeleteThanks for coming by the joint last week. I'm just getting around to responding, but wanted to pop over and drop a hi.
Frickin sweet
ReplyDeleteIt was either going to be her or someone else... I guess that's a mother's love, they will hurt you so that others do not.
ReplyDeleteGreat poem but yeah i can feel the pain.
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Have a nice day!
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*BEEEP*
ReplyDeleteNice Poem. >.> I wish I could write something like that.
This is so beautifully written, and so sad, and so profound.
ReplyDeleteWOW.
she deserved that gold medal.
right I did not get it :( I am not that clever
ReplyDeletecracked your feet did it hurt or what ...
Bikram's
a bit extreme? :)
ReplyDeletei love this.
ReplyDeleteAnd I still can't believe she's 13!
*DONS MY CONE OF SHAME*
About your question on my blog, I'm definitely leaving - finishing my junior and senior year of high school in Singapore. (:
Wow...that's frightening.
ReplyDeleteIn response to your comment on my blog, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. THAT'S VERY NICE OF YOU.
Eeeek. This is a beautiful poem, but also very painful to read. Very vivid.
ReplyDelete(On a side note, LOV ETHE NAME OF YOUR BLOG.)
QUIRKYEXPLOSION.blogspot.com
Gave me a serious case of goosebumps.
ReplyDeletebeautiful.
ReplyDeleteWoahhh. Where do you find these?
ReplyDeleteVery wow.
ReplyDeletevery sad poem, but also beautiful.
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r.l. stine :)
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh. Social studies of the 6th grade, it's all coming back *shudders* it was so painful to read about!! The horror!!
ReplyDeleteWow, this is amazing.
ReplyDeleteHAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!
Where are youuuu??
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