When I was young I learned to minimize My crooked back and strive for self-control When someone pitied me. I played the role Of fair-haired princess under curious eyes, And if at times there were heart-breaking cries Within me, I drew close the velvet stole Of courage loaned me by the sightless mole And thought that pain had made me strong and wise. But now I am besieged with trembling fear, For yesterday my daughter looked at me With shrinking wonder. God, please compensate Her dawning consciousness when children jeer And as an anodyne for agony Oh let her realize my soul is straight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE SALE OF MY FARM by ROBERT FROST DIVIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AND THE GREATEST OF THESE IS WAR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON OCTAVES: 7 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GARDEN WIRELESS by CARL SANDBURG |