Skeletons in the Closet
There was a little girl named Mahfindred
whose house was both lovely and terrible
stomachs were fed
but all conversations stemmed from parables.
A blessed child was she,
as what the elders told her-
for she was free
and her destiny was not that of a worker.
They toiled day and night
to give Mahfindred a happy life,
educated her to make her future bright
as she would be someone’s future wife.
“A woman you shall be,
and heaven will bless you with a man
offering you both land and sea”
It was the elders’ plan.
Mahfindred was a brilliant child
and understood what was expected of her
she didn’t get mad but only smiled
and went along with her readings on gold, frankincense, and myrrh
Mahfindred made her way through the halls
and day by day she observed
all the screaming behind the walls
with all the questions in her mind she reserved-
for the day she could gather the courage
and question about the not-so pleasant things
like that of love and marriage-
on why it had all of the broken strings.
Of all the screams she heard,
there was always one she could not forget
a curse to the Word
the voices filled with regret
Screams were always behind doors
once opened, it was like nothing happened
as if all frustrations were stuffed in drawers
and hope to heal abandoned.
She never got to understand why
elders screamed behind doors and locks
where they would continue to cry
was it some kind of paradox?
Then time flew by and Mahfindred was a woman
Educated and polished
but fate wanted to change the plan
this, Mahfindred acknowledged
Perhaps it was because of education
or perhaps it was something else,
but her ideas became warrants of damnation
she dared not speak her mind nor did she confess.
Mahfindred found love
and although the parables spoke of love
it was not the love the elders knew about
it was the love the elders screamed about.