I am from my own imagination
From ground scorched with misdirected rage
I am from forced silence
From underwater screams stuck
burning
my throat
I am from
her dark hallow
From
a lifetime
of aching belly
I am from
both body
and mind
filled with
too many scoops of Mama
I am from familial pain seething simmering
From pain erupting upon cold shoulders turned backs
I am from
forming me
finding me
through clenched teeth
I am from
scoops of each ancestral womb-barer in my line of
sleeping divinity
I am from
desert wanderers blood-pulsing secrets heartbeats pulsing
grief
I am from scoops of shame confusion envy
I am from love-starved thick-thighed women
I am from
women
fed on regret
forced down with scarcity
Women declaring themselves too much
not enough
I am from assembled pieces collected
From
eyes
gathering clues dropped by other girls other women
I am from
my own beautiful abyss
I am from void
I am not
the tamed scarecrow of a girl they desired
me to be
I am from
strings clipped free
I am from
strings
slipping
through gripping puppet-master hands
I am from erased identity
From
soul’s loom weaving
truth
truest pieces leaving lies
upon
the thrashing floor
I am from ocean basalt
I am from mountain orogeny
I am from
forest
curvy fern moss
I am from sun fusion
I am from
moon exosphere
I am from aether and alchemy
I am from my own wild imagination
