Poets are prophets
But in Sunday School I thought I’d hate to be Jesus –
The teachers on the playground are never there when you need them,
And kids’ ears don’t need 8 years to listen between the lines and hear,
I can’t even hear myself think.
We are taught so young how to be polite.
But pretty girls become voiceless.
And I know too many women who have
Sculpted forgetting out of plastic bags and
Smiles out of shot glasses and
Built whole homes within themselves so their voices would always stay
But at birth I contracted a serious case of word ebola
And I’ve never stopped playing leapfrog with the words in my head,
Because life isn’t over until you die
And we live most of it