Monsters (You & Me)

Wed, 08/12/2015 - 15:00 -- arij221

I ache for something more than this.

There is this spark in the pit of coals that smolder underneath my skin,

that scars my flesh from the inside out, that promises

– that swears –

that it will never go out.

It has charred my insides, scorched my bones, and I am choking on smoke.

There are stars underneath my fingernails that disguise themselves as dirt,

as courage,

 and galaxies in the spaces between my toes where I wear no socks,

just for an excuse to see them.

You laugh when I tell you I want more

You laugh when I ask you why it is that over and over –

it is shown in history that women who speak

who open their mouths to cry foul

become sirens and banshees and mermaids and

monsters that lure innocent men to the depths

– to their deaths.

But if sirens, banshees, mermaids and monsters I must be to be heard

Then so I shall be.

Watch this voice that cannot sing, that wavers and stutters turn into a scream that even

You, with your laughter, over your daughters, cannot ignore.

When you bury me under your affectionate hate

With words you don’t even understand – your bigotry

Let me tell you that you should have feared this fire

When it was just a spark

So condemn me with your ignorance, tie me to your burning pyre.


You laugh when I ask you what love is

and you demand that it is all I have to give, all I have to offer,

that as a woman I am either lover or monster

and why can I not be both? Be neither?


Why can I not question what love is

And its existence

For if love is as whole and as pure and as much of a duty as you assign to mothers

Why is it that we continue to deny it to others?


So laugh as I burn, as you burn, as we burn

Because you should have feared this wildfire when it was just a spark

And just like the women who have come before me –

I have found that ache that drives me to be.

That ache that screams, that whispers, that the ground will shatter, the earth will break


and may there be mercy on the souls that doubted me.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world



I love the emphasis on mercy and the line arrangements; very nicely done.    :)


Thank you!

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