I refuse to be imprisoned by them;
Formed in a spring of meaning
And specificity;
Then gradually
Sculpted, sanded and smoothed
In the oppressive surf of banality.
Woman. Wife. Mother.
Genius. Fat. Beautiful.
Liberal. Conservative.
I won’t let them
Bend me at the waist
Bow my head
Contort my arms
Define me.
Instead I return to the spring
plunge in
dissolve
emerge
a mist.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 11:48 PM UTC
I refuse to be imprisoned by them;
Formed in a spring of meaning
And specificity;
Then gradually
Sculpted, sanded and smoothed
In the oppressive surf of banality.
Woman. Wife. Mother.
Genius. Fat. Beautiful.
Liberal. Conservative.
I won’t let them
Bend me at the waist
Bow my head
Contort my arms
Define me.
Instead I return to the spring
plunge in
dissolve
emerge
a mist.
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