Collective Unrest

 

Kumari Trishna Shakya, Three-Year Old Living Goddess, Nepal

March 6, 2019

Little Miss Trishna
with banyan tree body
is selected as ruler today.
She has the thighs of a deer,
a soft duck voice, and a gold
complexion displayed.

Little Miss Trishna
can’t eat what she wants
or allow her skin to draw blood.
She avoids hen eggs
and chickens. She never drops
her footsteps in mud.

Little Miss Trishna
who the gods did bestow
sat in red to be worshipped all day.
Along came her flow
that rushed on beneath her
and banished the goddess away.

Little Miss Shakya
fastened her bralette
in the temple’s back alleyway.
Now to a home where
her brother forgot her
to learn how to love and to play.

Little Miss Shakya
ten years a goddess
will work in an office one day.
She may marry or not,
with the men’s superstitions,
keeping all prospects at bay.

Little Miss Shakya
can’t read or write
or type like the others today.
While the others in school,
her face full of make-up
so the village could worship and pray.

 

Crystal Stone is a poet living in Ames, IA. Her work has appeared in various international journals including Coldnoon, Writers Resist, Southword Journal Online, Poets Reading the News, New Verse News and others. She is pursuing her MFA in Creative Writing at Iowa State University. Her first collection of poetry, Knock-off Monarch, is forthcoming from Dawn Valley Press this fall. Her TEDx talk “The Transformative Power of Poetry” is live on YouTube. You can find her on Instagram @stone.flowering or Twitter @justlikeastone8. To schedule events, check out her website: www.crystalbstone.com. You can find her book at https://www.amazon.com/dp/0936014253.

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