We Are Royalty: A Child's Journey to Womanhood
By Crystal Rose
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“Crystal Rose is a treasure among poets as her words weave a delicate yet strong picture of a woman’s beauty as seen through the eyes of the Creator Himself. Through her poetry, Crystal Rose captures the essence of each woman as God created her to be: His daughter, His queen, His bride, as Crystal Rose so accurately describes in her poem, ‘His Heartbeat Yearns for Her.’”
—Amanda Johnson, assistant editor,
Ruby for Women, rubyforwomen.com
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We Are Royalty - Crystal Rose
Child Abuse
In summer 1990, Brampton.
Six years old, looking at
scraggly trees from a
two-story
town-home.
Cousins and I stay
with Auntie for
two weeks,
until Mom could get
on her feet.
Auntie’s psychosis.
She was raped when she
was young. As I got older,
I hated her.
My mom’s sister
was accused of child abuse
of many sorts.
When she was in a rage,
she took her anger out
on anyone in her way,
like a storm ripping
the leaves.
She once spun her
daughter by the
hair, as if she were
a helicopter.
She often left scars
on tiny hearts.
Bath Experience: Gritty Vomit
In that same summer of
1990, the very first week
my cousins and I
were pretending
to be Cinderella,
except my mahogany face,
was now a pale-light colour.
Auntie put an unknown
ingredient in my tea that
made my stomach churn.
Along with my two
cousins, we ran
past her embroidered
carpet, careful not to spill,
purple lipped.
My body now
bent over the bathtub
to get rid of it.
Celena curled over
the lip of the
sink doing the same.
Auntie’s body
now looming over mine,
watching, as three
little princesses are
spewing red gritty vomit,
only to upset her
for vomiting the nice
tea she had made.
She coerced us
into eating, until her
bathtub was shiny again.
Child Abuse Continues
Our second week.
Waking up to bacon
and eggs.
I hope she doesn’t
do anything else.
I saw her face, and
my body quivered.
We played
all day and begged her
to let us go outside.
More happened
at the house,
and memories could take
me back.
She threw hot
water on Tatiana’s back.
My memories of us.
We should be
valued and cherished.
It was nighttime, and
sizzling water was boiling
in a kettle with the heat
at maximum so she
could drown Tatiana
with it in her sleep.
I witnessed
the way my cousin’s
body clattered from the
boiling hot water just off
the high-heat burner.
I would have faced her
but I was too scared,
so I hid.
That Nighttime Runaway Child
Sunset is beaming.
Dear reader, on that same night when she threw hot water, we slept like mannequins in our bed.
We were hoping to keep her
sane.
The next morning the sunrise is glowing
and the kids are playing hopscotch.
We agree to run away
from her rules that restrict
us from playing outside.
We huddle like football
players, plotting our next
scheme.
The bed is still
soaked from my cousin’s
accident.
We manage to escape,
and retreat to a playground
nearby.
Outside from dawn ’til
dusk the swings
rock back and forth.
Later kids begin to slowly leave to
be in their loving homes.
A few police patrol the playground, and
ask us who we are.
They have papers with
names that match the
names we confess.
We tell them we don’t want
to go back, and confess of her torture.
The sounds of
children’s voices aren’t there.
Birds have deserted.
When we reach her door,
she lies, and says that we are liars.
I don’t
recall if I was beaten,
but I remember we
scattered like roaches away from her blows, as she waved a broken
broom, trying to hit Tatiana on the back.
Angels consoling her.
I envisioned their big beautiful
wings clasping her body close.
Consoling every tear, the
abuser doesn’t know better,
but I will protect your heart
through the beautiful young
ceramic Angels.
Mom Came Home
Two weeks had passed.
We barely make a sound.
As statues, we stand there,
tip-toeing back and forth.
Her laughter is hefty,
and her finger tips are blackened
from holding cigarette butts.
I have never seen anything as evil as this.