We sat next to each other in history class talking music. You were struggling toward authenticity and I was so ill-equipped to help, not having any of my own.
It’s a plundered word, lionized and spent. But it helps when you’re defending what you like. And we will spend a lifetime defending what we like.
Especially against the boys who like to bequeath taste and charts of song.
To this day, you are a haven of conversation and we are still combing through the bins with the discernment of pirates.
You are staunch in the search of the old and the new, inspiringly unswerving. You are an anthem to the exploration. You are the hymn.
These poems for NaPoWriMo were inspired by a poem I did years ago for my friend Michelle after hearing she passed away, 30 poems for inspiring women connected to me. The title now says "33 Women" because the poem to Michelle poem had already been written as well as two prologues I posted March 31.
See Jenny here! http://www.marymccray.com/33-women.html#jenny