By: Brook
Last night in class I read this poem to my fellow students. My reaction was unexpected: a burst of emotion that was uncontrollable and undeniable. I wrote this in response to some of the realizations that struck me while reading some of the material for class then spending time with my niece. I realized that for all the things I work for and towards, I have to keep an eye on how my ideas, words, actions and challenges directly impact her. I hope to 'make more than a dent' in the way she perceives and constructs her sense of self in this world.
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espite years of practice
i sometimes feel small
despite years of resistance
sometimes I still give into it all
but you,
you’re just beginning
so then where must you fall
right now, you’re just mekaila
wiry, sassy, blue eyed and fiery
but just four years ago, almost four to the day
you were brought into the world:
blue, vulnerable.
a limp little girl with the cord around her throat
like your fathers hands around your mothers
just the day before…
and i wondered what that meant...
you and your mother-
bound by the cord
tying together your fate
and i thought:
well,
if that is the case, she’s got a battle to fight.
a battle that’s waged with no end in sight
but for now,
I chase you around,
I watch you climb trees
I join you in play, and we swing through the breeze.
but I can’t help but wonder:
what will happen to this little girl
when she reaches that place
whatever age in the world
where she starts to equate
now what she’s worth
with the paint on her face
and I wonder
what ever would I say
if it’s true you held all your mothers fate
of waging a war against your body,
a war against your plate?
and what will you think
when you see your mother’s skin
sprinkled with cuts
carved to drain her pain from within
whatever would i tell you
if you saw your name on some wall
followed by the words
for a good time, you should call
and then a thought chills my body
and freezes me in place
whatever if you suffered
your mothers, her sisters, their mothers
same fate
of just simply living and being
with the consequence of rape?
How ever would I dry that rain from your face?
a flash flood feeding
that same silent storm
that your mother, her sister, and their mother endure
and I wonder
what will happen
when you first feel love
will it embrace you
or betray you
will you be cursed to
believe that you’re just not enough
with all this said,
i simply just try to remind
that I have the power to make your life different than mine
by embracing whats real
and fighting for whats right
leading by example
and lifting you up in your life
by being louder than the voices
that will constantly say
youre not pretty
youre not worth it
you don’t deserve a better way
and I keep on going
though sometimes tired and small
and i just try to remember
that you are worth it all