Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

Apartheid: Leaving Home

Poetry By: Mathew Nicolson

Rejected by my teacher because she "didn't get it", so it's fallen out from my folio onto Booksie.

Submitted:Feb 18, 2013    Reads: 8    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

His life can be traced within walls.

The room he outgrew has housed

fathers, uncles, grandparents.

Over there, on the rotting floorboard,

is where his father swung him into his arms

and told him tales of love.

And there's where he threw up

in a rampant flu season

as a young boy of nine.

It's nothing special,

but it's home.

He watches as you experiment with lives

like hands picking dark-skinned figures

from a dollhouse into the packed box.

Sorrow in his eyes; hidden; forbidden.

He sits on a different seat in a different bus

on a new route home and wonders why.

A bath of mud;

diseases contaminated with water;

Sheltering the walls from wind

with his skin.

Far away, at home, whitewashed plaster

conceals taboo sins.

New children laugh and play in ignorance

while their parents try to forget

and fail.


| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.