Poetry

The Story Untold

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Twenty-one years ago
On this very day in June
I stepped into this world
A baby, screaming out of tune
I stand in front of you today
To speak about my life
Something I have never done before
As through my heart it puts a knife
My mother hated the sight of me
“You’re a mistake” is what she’d say
She never wanted to have me
As back then, I cost her seven months of pay
“Why didn’t you just erase me?”
I innocently queried when I was six
“It’s not that easy” she had sighed
“When it’s a human being in the mix”
I never missed a father figure
Until I went to school
And that was when I noticed
That others had parents two
I have never known my father
I have no clue of his name
Or what he does or where he lives
Or if he’s someone with fame
I saw several men come home
But none of them was dad
Whenever I asked my mother about him
It made her really mad
She worked long hours every week
Most days and all through the night
Sometimes she’d stumble home in the morn
Looking as though she’d been in a fight
I’ve seen her come home at dawn
With swollen eyes and bloody lips
And that one time when I was eight
She came with two broken ribs
When I was nine and still naive
I asked my mother what she did
During all those nights away
And sometimes with men going on trips
She said she had to earn her keep
To pay for the rent and food
“And what about you?” she said angrily
“Who would send you to school?”
One day at school when I was ten
An older boy came up to me
“Did you know your mum’s a slut?”
He asked with a grin, conspiratorially
I knew not then what it was about
Or why he would say such lies
But slowly things began making sense
All those strange men, all those long nights
Knowing my mother’s real job
Made me crawl into my shell
I didn’t want to make friends
Because I was embarrassed of having to tell
I decided that very year
I would focus on my school work
And my household responsibilities
My duties, I would not shirk
A teenager at thirteen
I began to blossom and physically grow
As for my mother’s nightly clients
An interest in me they began to show
It made me uncomfortable
It made me feel sick
To be leered and groped at
By these sickening pricks
I complained to her about their advances
Hoping for some support
Instead I received a slap on the face
And verbal abuse galore
She thought I was stealing them
And thus ruining her life
I think she had deluded herself
As each of these men had a wife
That was when I knew it:
I was extremely ashamed of her
Of how she demeaned herself with these men
A woman I call my mother
My teenage years passed in a blur
We hardly spoke, my mother and I
I presented myself as a happy girl
But knew I was living a lie
The day I turned eighteen
I had made up my mind
I was leaving the house
With my mother and memories behind
I found myself a job
At the local grocery store
To support me through college
To pay my rent and more
I did not hear from my mother
I thought I couldn’t care less
But occasionally I’d remember
Her moral support through my HSC stress
About six months ago
My mother finally died
She was bashed by one of her clients
Who damaged her fatally inside
I went back to the place
I once called home
To clear out all her belongings
And give to those that need it most
Whilst rummaging through her boxes
I noticed something new
There were several pages in her writing
Lying in a box all askew
She had held on to the memories
Of me growing up
And from what she had written
It seems that me, she really did love
I read through my mother’s notes
Dating from way before I was born
And whilst initially she seemed to despise me
As I grew, she was torn
I now realise why my mother did
The job she did each day
She had no other choice
If for me she had to get some pay
And so today, to you I say
My mother was a prostitute
No longer am I ashamed that I was her child
As I’m proud for all she could do

Author’s note: This is a work of pure fiction. Please read it as if the protagonist were in a country where prostitution is legal. Catch the other Indiana Legends here: Avada, Leo, Moulee, PNA, Rumya, Sanchit and Tikuli

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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57 Comments

  • Reply
    Titaxy
    June 14, 2010 at 1:37 am

    So powerful. Loved each word…could feel the emotions flow so beautifully.

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 1:44 am

    Thanks T! The comment means a lot to me… =)

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    Sudhakar
    June 14, 2010 at 2:33 am

    Wow. Effortless, Impact-full, Brilliant. Loved each and every word of it.

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    Shilpa
    June 14, 2010 at 3:21 am

    Very strong.!!!

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 5:23 am

    Welcome Sudhakar! And thanks for the lovely comment… =)

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 5:23 am

    Thanks Shilpa! =)

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    Rumya
    June 14, 2010 at 6:04 am

    PB, you have captured the turmoil which goes on in both the Mother and the Daughter’s mind. You cannot decide whom to side with but the end is so great that you end up sympathizing and justifying with both for behaving the way they did. I especially liked the way the girl comes to terms with her life. The sudden twist in her attitude is what remains in the mind for a long time. Its an excellent poem well narrated. I loved it. left me with a heavy heart and a tear.You have left an indelible mark with your simple words, short lines & stanzas. You have captured the topic and me. Totally.

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    Sonu
    June 14, 2010 at 6:12 am

    GENIUS!!!!! 🙂

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    Gyanban
    June 14, 2010 at 6:16 am

    Good flow and intense lines.I love long posts…it gives time for the feelings to evolve and this poem does exactly that.

    Nice.!

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    Harini
    June 14, 2010 at 6:24 am

    Very good and powerful 🙂

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    Leo
    June 14, 2010 at 6:24 am

    Babby, to narrate a story in verse is no easy task. Being a poet, I can vouch for that & you did a fantastic job here. All the best to you and praying we Raiders pull it off too! 😀 🙂

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    The Fool
    June 14, 2010 at 6:50 am

    Beautiful stuff. I thought you were good at 55f only. You seem good at poetry too. And a story through poetry? Amazing. Your team seems to be writing all stories as poetry – first Leo then you. But I loved both your works,

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    Lazy Pineapple
    June 14, 2010 at 7:36 am

    Woohoo..wonderful PB…touched my heart….

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 7:44 am

    Thanks heaps Rumz for the lovely words…truly appreciate it and your support!

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 7:44 am

    Lol Thanks!

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 7:45 am

    Thanks GB! Means a lot coming from you given how awesome your writing is! And this is probably the longest poem I’ve ever written but that’s because I had to tell a story…

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 7:45 am

    Thank you Harini! =)

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 8:18 am

    Thanks Leo…y’know what’s funny…I found it easier to tell the story in poetry format than prose which is what I initially started with! Go figure! And yes, here’s hoping we can do it! =D

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 8:19 am

    Thanks Karthik! I will admit I started with prose but it just didn’t flow and was a lot harder. Poetry seems to be easier for me in a weird sort of way… =)

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 8:19 am

    Thanks LP! =)

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    Kanupriya
    June 14, 2010 at 8:23 am

    I really don’t have words to express my reaction on it…touching, soul-stirring & so far your best!!! Very very nicely written.

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 8:31 am

    Thank you so much Kanupriya! I’m humbled…

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    Dhiman
    June 14, 2010 at 8:39 am

    A story in a form of poetry was very unique and touching as well….Gr8 one…

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 9:09 am

    Thank you Dhiman! Glad it did it’s job… =)

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    Maverick Money Makers Review
    June 14, 2010 at 10:40 am

    hi i look this site and there are so many tips!

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    Smitha
    June 14, 2010 at 10:50 am

    That was beautiful PB. Moved me to tears. It must be such a tough life for a child of a prostitute. Absolutely beautiful!

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    Smitha
    June 14, 2010 at 10:50 am

    Forgot to wish you luck 🙂 All the best for the contest!

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 11:02 am

    Thanks heaps Smitha! I’m glad it was able to have such an impact… =)

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    Psych Babbler
    June 14, 2010 at 11:02 am

    And thanks fr the best wishes…same to you too! =)

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    Celestialrays
    June 14, 2010 at 1:02 pm

    amazing PB! This is one of the strongest pieces of writing I have come across 🙂

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    Arif
    June 14, 2010 at 3:16 pm

    You bring out the emotions perfectly through the choice of your words! Good luck PB!

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    Avada Kedavra
    June 14, 2010 at 3:54 pm

    Too good PB 🙂 The plight of the girl was really touching. You narrated it so well. And I loved the way you explained the plight of the mother too. She obviously had no choice. No one turns into a prostitute by choice. Gooooooo Raidersssss!! 🙂

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    Witty jester
    June 14, 2010 at 5:33 pm

    Pure awesome….every time I read your posts I reprimand myself for not coming hre more often 🙂

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    Jaspreet
    June 14, 2010 at 6:41 pm

    A gripping read!! It’s an amazing story, very well written in d form of a poem!! all d best 🙂

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    Sanchit goyal
    June 14, 2010 at 6:58 pm

    Amazing!! just amazing!!

    Till the very end you feel for both the mother and the child. Though until the end I had the feeling that the girl didn’t do good by leaving her mother but she made it up in the last line when she feel proud for her mother and not ashamed!

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    pal
    June 14, 2010 at 9:13 pm

    Absolutely LOVED it, PB. This was certainly one of the best entries!! Love the way you have etched both characters.. mother and child. Moved me to tears…

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    ani_aset
    June 15, 2010 at 7:33 am

    ok this was different and interesting way to put up a work of fiction 🙂

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    Psych Babbler
    June 15, 2010 at 8:11 am

    Thanks Divz! I’m stoked with your comment =)

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    Psych Babbler
    June 15, 2010 at 8:11 am

    Welcome! And thanks heaps Arif!

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    Psych Babbler
    June 15, 2010 at 8:12 am

    Thank you Avada! Here’s to the Raiders! =)

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    Psych Babbler
    June 15, 2010 at 8:13 am

    Welcome Jaspreet! And thanks for the lovely comment! =)

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    Psych Babbler
    June 15, 2010 at 8:13 am

    Thanks for the lovely compliment WJ! =D

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    Psych Babbler
    June 15, 2010 at 8:15 am

    Thanks Sanchit…I’m glad you felt that way while reading the poem.

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    Psych Babbler
    June 15, 2010 at 8:16 am

    Aw thanks Pal! I’m glad it was able to have the impact I was hoping for. =)

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    Psych Babbler
    June 15, 2010 at 8:16 am

    Thanks Ani! =)

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    Tikuli
    June 15, 2010 at 11:01 am

    This is by far the best post I have come across. You are a genius. Loved the way you have captured the spirit of the mother and child. Rocking.

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    Pushpee
    June 15, 2010 at 2:21 pm

    really very touching, the plight of a girl who has no options…beautifully written… :))

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    vicious
    June 15, 2010 at 5:58 pm

    that was sooo touching !!!

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    Psych Babbler
    June 15, 2010 at 9:24 pm

    Thanks heaps Tikuli…nice having a compliment from a great writer… 🙂

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    Psych Babbler
    June 15, 2010 at 9:24 pm

    Thanks heaps Pushpee! =)

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    Psych Babbler
    June 15, 2010 at 9:24 pm

    Thanks Mukta! By the way, it’d be great if you could leave a link to your blog… =)

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    Neha
    June 16, 2010 at 9:01 am

    oh my, this was so powerful..and positive.. very well executed PB..good luck for the contest 🙂

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    Psych Babbler
    June 21, 2010 at 4:45 am

    Thanks for the lovely comment Neha! And welcome to my blog…

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    BreathingSoul
    June 29, 2010 at 9:02 pm

    Heartbreaking, but ultimately triumphant. It takes a lot of courage to put such a piece out there. Congratulations and well done!

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    Psych Babbler
    June 30, 2010 at 11:49 am

    Thank you for the lovely compliment… =)

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    Reema
    July 11, 2010 at 6:02 am

    wonderful wonderful poem!

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    Psych Babbler
    July 13, 2010 at 9:53 am

    Thanks heaps Reema! =)

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