The Midnight Children

The Midnight Children

By Shivani Selladurai

The midnight children
Born Before the bell tolls
The festival followed
Then
coating a gloss over the past
new history
A new history?
That confuses me
Learning my story the way it is taught to everyone else
It is not me who is being shared
Not the way Before breathed
I can never fill the blind spot
but I am one of her midnight children
I know better.


My unease reminds me that I am the child of Before
We continue our life past the midnight
Never searching backward for our answers
Even though that’s where our story lies
Before was a good mother
the rest of the world wasn’t kind to her
She had to remain behind
So she created us to preserve her stories on our skin
The skin that once touched the blood inside of her
We are her midnight children


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