Grasp

They murmur beneath their breath
difficult woman,
obstinate girl,
opinionated,
shrew,
man-eater,
they shout to my face
unfuckable,
impossible,
what a waste
of a body,
too much brain, such
hairy pits, uncombed hair,
sun charred face, tongue
too big for my mouth, can’t
let a thing be, curler
of the women’s tresses, the men’s toes,
toss my head back and laugh
I say
I’ve got
a war drum in my chest,
two strong dancer’s legs
and that horizon; how
could any red blooded creature
sit still in front of a mirror
with that world raging outside,
when books,
music,
rustic paper,
fountain pens,
wild fields,
heathen gods
are all within my grasp.
Everyday
it’s mine.

Advertisement

Tags: freedom, poems, Poetry, power, Wild, woman, writing