TheFeatheredSleep – “where was her tongue?”
She used to tell other girls
Sista! Stand up for yourself!
And when others needed her voice
She lent her ROAR
Don’t be quiet and let them walk over you, she cautioned
But when it came to her own
She sat demure, a photo in old box
Doe eyed and blinking
Knees together, ironed hair
Palms touching in supplicate
Head keenly nodding on hot wire
Stomach lurching like unmoored ship, drunk on the dream of voyage
All the while
A scream building inside
NO! NO! NO!
I am not a number to be parceled and coded
Spat out and told, we have no answers, for we have no understanding of the soul
I FEEL and in the night, if you listen closely at my door you’ll hear me pray
To every spirit and four leaf clover, even, the lopsided rabbit in my arms
As time flickered away with each new…
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