“The whole village came out because my mother was crying so hard . . . she cut up the cotton and linen fabrics she had been saving for my wedding.
And she made me new clothes.”
by Oak-ryun Park (1919)
1. Incantation One: The smiling girls
We are the smiling girls
We are the kind girls
Smirking we spin
With dizzy delight
Softly we fall
And stare at the light
(Cover our eyes
For it is too bright)
Surrounded by flowers
So purple and grey
(Blooming for hours)
We hide them away
Inside our pockets
With brimming delight
As softly we giggle
Afloat like a kite
For all is set right
We are the smiling girls.
We are the kind girls.
(Blessed mothers, hear our prayers
Hide us from the evil stares
Help us grow with shrinking cares
Blessed mothers, hear our prayers.)
2. Incantation 2: The taken girls
like Philamel, so rudely forced.
“Our flowers have fallen
And we have no light.”
We are the pulled girls
We are the torn girls
Ripped from the fields
We clung to the earth
Begging for mercy
A shallow rebirth
But there was none; our fingers stained with grass.
Our tongues were cut because we cried
Our bodies burned by blood and lice
There is no light but we cover our eyes
We have no hands to cover our eyes
We have no eyes to shield from the darkness
Yet
We
Try to cover our eyes
We kicked, they cut our feet
We bit, they broke our teeth
Blinded and bloody we lay at their feet
We are the pulled girls, we are the torn girls.
(Mothers, mothers, hear ours creams
Save us from the bloody beams
Bleeding from our broken dreams
Mothers, mothers, hear our screams)
3. Incantation 3: The shamed girls.
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang, but with a whimper.(ELiot)
(Turn us purple, turn us red
Give us sheets to hide our heads
Bless the dying, envy dead,
Turn us purple, turn us red.)
We are the shamed girls
We are the cut girls
Buried we lie
In layers of black
Briefly we breathe
A bloody attack
Open and buried
Ashashaah!
But always come back
Mothers! Mothers! Hear our cry
We are the
Can you see us where we lie?
Shamed girls
Mothers mothers
We cannot lift
Can you hear us
Our hands our eyes
Can you see us
Are gone
Mothers mothers
We cannot lift
Can you
Our eyes is there
Hear us
A place for us
Just any place
YindadaYindadada!
(Mothers, mothers, take our souls
Offered from damnation’s bowls
While we writhe among the coals
Mothers, mothers, take our souls)
4. Incantation4: The comforted girls
Our flowers have blossomed
And they will not die.
We are the comforted girls.
We are the peaceful girls
Hidden away
From darkness and pain
Washed and renewed
And cleansed from our shame
We have a voice
We are the comforted girls
Our mothers
(Listen now)
Are here
We watch you from high
Our daughters
(Listen now)
are near
We shift and we sigh
(we are so proud)
Nothing can hurt us)
Listen now.
recovered from pain
No one desert us
Listen
Now we have a voice.
We are the comforted girls.
We are the peaceful girls.
Daughters, daughters, each December
Think of us, you should remember.