Another mythology poem. This one's about the princess of Troy who could see the future but whose warnings were never believed.
Cassandra
As a child, I always ignored my mother,
and caught cold without my coat, fell
when I ran too fast, burned myself on
plates she said were hot. Only my vision
survived the light too dim to read by.
Now I know what it is to be the unbelieved:
my beloved Troy in ruins, my lover and me
slaughtered, and my soul finding no solace
in saying, like my mother, I told you so. I told you so.
Cassandra
As a child, I always ignored my mother,
and caught cold without my coat, fell
when I ran too fast, burned myself on
plates she said were hot. Only my vision
survived the light too dim to read by.
Now I know what it is to be the unbelieved:
my beloved Troy in ruins, my lover and me
slaughtered, and my soul finding no solace
in saying, like my mother, I told you so. I told you so.
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