TheFeatheredSleep – Found
They don’t want to hear about you
you’re not their kind
color, height, smell and gait
sets you apart, making you unpalatable
cast out from something you never belonged to
your back is curved before you hit the ground
sans parachute
cowing in utero to the inevitability of rejection
this is you, yellow girl, jaundiced before birth
you enter the world with a cigarette in one gnarled hand
the other high in protest
Gloria Steinem. could learn a thing or two about
your resolve
while she grew up in affluence and chose her metal
you were given nothing but inherited disease and
a penchant for purposing
all this in the time when women were
supposed to cross their legs in polite company
and open them for their husbands every whim
it disgusted you, the hypocrisy of hate
people at your Baptist church crowing gospel
calling you sinner when they caused…
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