knowing

she insists
she didn’t do it
that she wasn’t there
that she never even saw it.

we who have played this game
longer, know better.

her small frame alight
with fear and defiance
her head shaking vigourously
light hair emphasising the ‘no’s.

how did she learn to say
what was not?
what was it like, the moment
of forbidden discovery
that the world, things, events,
could seem otherwise
simply by saying so?

the blacks so clear to us
against the white of what is right

and punishment
showing her large eyes
the greys.

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3 responses to “knowing

  1. This is brilliant!

  2. Didn’t mean to leave an anonymous comment 🙂 – Chandhrika

  3. Thank you, Chandhrika. 🙂

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