Post by thepoetslizard on Oct 10, 2008 15:53:50 GMT 2
Barb Natividad plays hockey and majored in English at DePaul University; she also attended an MFA program in Creative Writing in Ohio. She was a former drummer for several Chicago rock bands. Barb, who was born in the Philippines and speaks fluent Tagalog, plays guitar to relax (or to procrastinate).
"Nakaka hiya ka alam mo ba?" You're an embarrassment when you show up here dressed in those torn up and faded shorts, your hair piled on top of your head like a pineapple's crown, parading through my place of work; and I have to answer my co-workers' question: "Who's that?" "Who, that? That's my daughter." It isn't that I'm ashamed of you but, can't you dress decently to visit me?
"You're not my child at all," is what she said, She scowled at me, then hissed, "You're devil's spawn." She sees the horns protruding from my head: Her child, conceived a month before she wed, How ruefully she recollects that dawn When lark, so cruel, left lovers divided; Her handsome Romeo has long since gone, He's middle-aged now, fat--and mows the lawn. I never turned their water into wine I never restored sight unto the blind I never tempted anyone with fruit I never warbled, never strummed a lute Nor questioned their ill-fated, star-crossed love; My mother never saw me as a dove.