Spring 2019 Poetry Slam Submission

Karna

“Karna” All my life I’ve felt like Karna, The son princess Kunti abandoned in a river, And because he...

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“Karna”

All my life I’ve felt like Karna,

The son princess Kunti abandoned in a river,

And because he was rejected by his mother as a babe,

As a man he rejected Gaia, the first mother;

He rejected the earth itself.

All my life I’ve felt like Karna,

Like it was me against the world,

And therefore, I waited for Gaia to come and grip my chariot’s wheel,

Just like she did with Karna’s;

She ended my rebellion against her, just like she did with Karna’s.

When this happened, I made many discoveries.

When I turned six, Mom made me go to kindergarten.

I walked into the big, white building,

And, with mom dragging me by the wrist towards my classroom,

I looked back at her red mustang sparking in the sunlight;

Mom opened my classroom’s grass-green door

And pushed me into the square, white room,

And then she left.

The first thing I saw was a chubby, old guy wearing blue Levi’s and a pink collared-shirt,

And the first thing the old man did

was harshly drag me in front of my classmates,

who sat in four rows of gray desks with stainless-steel legs;

He told me to say my name and how old I was,

And I said:

“My name is Kaleb and I’m six.”

Then some kid sitting in the last row yelled:

“you’re not six stupid your five,”

And I yelled back: “I’m six;”

then all the kids yelled back together:

“you’re not six stupid your five!”

All my life I’ve felt like Karna,

Like it was me against the world.

I picked up an empty desk

And tossed it at the kids,

And I truly didn’t care

While the gray desk flew through the air

Which one of the cacophonous chorus

It would come down and hit;

I did that for me because

No one wanted justice for me,

And I was hurt by them first in my opinion;

Right then their safety wasn’t as important as me,

And All my life I’ve felt like Karna,

Like it’s better to preserve my ego

Then it is to preserve the world.

That grey desk I threw

landed an inch away from the carpet,

Which was a sky blue

And the place the kids had retreated to;

In a flash my mom was dragging me by the wrist

Towards her red mustang sparkling in the sunlight.

Mom saved me from Gaia’s grip that day

My punishment was simply to go away

Form the school for good.

Then, not long ago, Gaia finally griped my wheel.

I was sitting on my mom’s white couch

And wearing a red shirt;

I was brutally punching through my mom’s black coffee table

Because all my life I’ve felt like Karna,

Like it was me against the world,

Because I wanted people to like me, but I forgot

I had to like myself first,

Which I hadn’t done since I threw that desk at those kids in kindergarten.

Then my mom’s cheek-bones became the banks of the Tigris and the Euphrates.

Seconds later I felt it:

Gaia griping my chariot’s wheel,

And when I fell and landed head first on the unforgiving ground

the impacted was so hard I made a few discoveries:

Love is not just for me it’s everyone’s,

Justice is not just for me it’s everyone’s,

Safety is not just for me Its everyone’s,

And discovery is the process by which we learn that

Happiness is not just for ourselves;

It’s for everyone.

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