wherein we entertain the notions of a creature embroiled in sorting multiple identities. is she a mother? a poet? a performer? an organizer? or is she simply the product of a feminist movement in which women dreamt that simultaneously singing opera, tap-dancing, spinning plates, spouting rhetoric and solving algorithms was liberation. here are the rough drafts.
I is a tender,
fragile, precious
thing that holds
a lot of resilience and fortitude.
I smiles.
I belly laughs.
even when I ache
I
always have a grin for you.
I
opens my soul
doors. says come in!
relax, have a drink.
I
is fragile
break me?
no. I
Is tender.
precious. cared
for the resilience
of fortitude.
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