Saturday, 30 April 2011


end/poem for reaffirmation

it is not without wincing first
that i pull off the parts of
the scabs that have long
peeled off

it is periodical, freeing, and necessary
but not without qualms

that i forget
seventeen years worth
of things that you said and
just under fifty of things
that you didn't

turn my back on centuries
of wrinkled men crying over
things i am too young,
too naive, too female
to understand

not without doubts
that i braid such boisterous
choices onto the script
of my name

it is not like you owe me
acceptance, of all things

i just want you to know
it is not without dread
that i risk your rejection