‘Beauty and the Beast’ by Kayla Mays ’12

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This poem was read during the actual slam. It recieved high marks among judges, but did not place in the Top 3.

KAYLA MAYS  ’12 | Special to The Tower Pulse

I am cursed with many things,

Even those that interest me.

Stares, winks, gifts, calls, texts, hugs, love, heartbreak, emotions, false-identity, humility, temptation.

My ancestors put a spell over me.

But they declared it as a blessing, it took 46 specific ingredients to cause my pleasures and pains.

23 were comforting, the other 23 were a disease.

Why did it have to be me?

On a good day I praise myself,

Forgetting that God hates a proud look.

I didn’t ask to be this way,

Pride was handed to me like a reward for my being and my being was rewarded with acknowledgement but I didn’t want to be recognized.

My ancestors put a spell over me,

They declared it as a blessing.

It took 46 specific ingredients to cause my pleasure and pains.

A pinch of dust.

So that when she walks by her presence remains-memorable, remarkable, and resulting from fine, dry particles of earth.

This earth, that we have managed to degrade I have become polluted, 22 more elements were added to my mixture,

I became the introduction of pollution.

My ancestors did this for me…

Lying, loving, lusting- sure I could get away with them all, not because I wanted to, but because the reality I lived in was false.

I had never been punished for something I knew was wrong and I could only imagine why. See the truth behind this spell was to place people under my power.

The cute ones, the nice ones, the thugs, the rich, the broke, the Christians, the caring, the angry, the amazing, the desperate, the darkest to the palest,

Until it went too far, until roots grew deep and attached themselves.

I was petrified; I had not inherited the blessings they declared.

It took 46 specific ingredients to cause my pleasure and pains, 23 were comforting and the other 23 were a disease.

A pinch of confidence so that when she is approached her hope is displayed. To help her look forward to better days and not dwell on the ones that cause her pain.

I need this, something to believe in because the other 23 infections have invaded my mind and I watched as my faith derailed.

This is a spell indeed, but how could you see all 46 ingredients behind 23 teeth.

I’m cursed with many thoughts,

Even those that interest me,

Emotions, temptation, attention, humility.

My ancestors put a spell over me,

They declared it as a blessing, but had no clue it was the favor bestowed by God.

Their intentions were good, but they knew not what they were doing. Perfection is oil and water is defective. 2 things that do not mix.

23 were comforting and the other 23 were a disease.

My genes were made to prosper and succeed, but my purpose was delayed by immaculate beauty.