POETRY

My Beautiful Disgrace!

Love sometimes can taste like hate.

Sasi N.
2 min readNov 27, 2024
Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash

What a disgrace,
She falls behind her classmates,
What a disgrace,
She can’t pick up her pace.

What a disgrace,
I wait and wait in good faith,
What a disgrace,
Her talents are going to waste.

What a disgrace,
I barely get to see her face,
What a disgrace,
She escapes to another time and place.

What a shame,
The picket fence she refuses to aim,
What a shame,
She still has the same last name.

What a shame,
A glorious life she refuses to claim,
What a shame,
She still doesn’t care for fame.

What a shame,
My dreams and her dreams aren’t the same,
What a shame,
She only has herself to blame.

Love, sometimes, can taste like hate,
Despite all the well-intentioned criticisms I have made,
My daughter chooses to roam freely outside of her cage,
My sweet daughter, My beautiful disgrace!

— Sasi (October — November 2024)

To heal my inner child, I compile all the negative things my mother has said or implied about me on her bad days. I’m giving them a new life through poetry so that I can let them go. Now I’m free to be me and to love her.

Goth Muse

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Image of a woman walking away, long hair, black outfit, black purse, heading towards stairs. This might be an underground subway or train station.
Image of an art piece with a mannequin head on a stand, decorated with a mask, hat, flowers and butterflies. Art show at Sierra College, CA. The mask covers half the mannequin head which is just a metallic head without features (no eyes, nose, mouth).

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Sasi N.
Sasi N.

Written by Sasi N.

A human, artist, heart-centered photographer, believer, & humble student, showing up and saying things I was not able to express before. moonandbaboon.com

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