I have been built from a mother's sighs
and the blame of being a woman
Moulded by history
And all its broken pieces
I have been taught to carry them all
To feel their weight
And I did
Until I came apart like Jenga blocks
Piece by piece
Then all at once
Until it all was too much to hold
Even then
My tongue was supposed to be a refuge for secrets
I was to fear banishment
And pay heed to omens
Yet I have never wished to inherit anyone but myself
A monster of my own making
Ripping holes in the night
I was born for exile
To die
And be remembered
Not like a ghost on the shelf
But like the tears of the grateful
Like the roots of a plant which was displaced
And still it bloomed over and over again