When the definition of madness is love. BUM RUSH the PAGE this was the chapter I read first. Yeah For Me! There are words that make me want to throw up like love or any refrence to sex, sexuality. So, I wrote my own poem.
Being white in a a Poets of Color class can be hard. I read stuff that I have not been through. Their are experiences I read that break my heart wide open. And then I wonder is this another place I don't belong.
But anyways here's my response if it will paste
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Suburban Sex Wars
ReplyDeleteBy Suki Bourquin
Female bodies are used
As weapons of war
Everyday
Today
A bayonet
A broomstick
Three fingers
Everyday
Memories of
Yesterday
I did not need
The jungle or
The desert
Everyday
Today
To have words
Like pussy or wet
Shut my thighs like cement.
Do you know what a pearl necklace is?
When you are twelve years old?
Does it matter
You are on 40 acres that…
Spike Lee, is not pissed about
Staring at stain glass windows
Over looking pristine woods
And you hear a deer’s hoofs
Stamp leaves as the last
Breathe of your dignity
Come out in puffs
While you are
Forced to do sit- up’s
While family members
Shove their face and tongue
Into you
Everyday
Memories of
Yesterday
Remind me
That I did not have to
Leave this country or
Private school
To experience
War.
For year I walked
With shrapnel
That led to dance halls
Rapes in stairwells
Ganged up on
The sunny beaches
Of Hawaii
O’ You one howley
Chick
You just need some
Dick
My monthly check
My Post Traumatic Stress
Was hard earned
Everyday
Today
In, Everyway
I appreciate your truth and its important to directly talk about the poetry from the assigned readings. And the purpose of a class like Poets of Color is to expand understanding of what poets and writers and people of color experience daily.
ReplyDeletePart of learning is not just interpreting your own truth but to also being able to take someone else's truth and grow from that understanding.
in on the pain.
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