“If I ever catch you with one of them, I’ll kill ya.”
He was a sailor, he was a patriot, a Catholic, a husband
and a good man. He was a bigot, he was
short tempered and self righteous. He was my father. I knew
for the first time
that he was wrong. My godfather, his brother and his beautiful wife
had been talking. A black boy. A white girl. A neighborhood that was
not color blind.
I was seven years old. He threatened some future me
because he didn’t favor that particular darkness.
At my godfather’s house, the only time I can remember, I threw
the yo yo because it slipped. I was a klutz
with no common sense, and little fear. I plunged my hand
into the prickly bush and discovered too late
the beehive. I could not run fast enough. They stung me
seven times. Once for each year that I had lived
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019
Ouch, the image of the beehive and the hand makes me remember all the times I was stung.
This is a very powerfull piece with a very strong message, that is however gloomy, but I hope it will brighten up soon.
Much brighter these days. 🙂 It’s always interesting to me what memories stay with us and which ones we let go of. It sounds as if you’ve had quite a lot of memories stuffed into a short lifespan, Selena. I believe you were born to be a poet, as I was. May you never stop writing!