Dawn & Dusk

A poem about shame

A thin needle
Through her head
Are the words
That her teachers said

She feels it
Every single day
And there is no way
To make it go away

It sews in patterns
Of inferiority
And crochets a lattice
Of poisonous jealousy

How can cruelty
Be so intricate?
It feels as if
It was all deliberate

So she will make
A pattern of her own
And from this minor key
Weave a beautiful song

Your words pierced
But helped me to see
That I was too reliant
On what you thought of me