E – Week 6 Poem

I was four. Which is funny, because

One in four. This number seems low

To me because of who I know. So many

Survivors. People with broken hearts and

Violated bodies.

 

Stuck inside life with the worst moment

On repeat. Hear a loud noise? Away, away

Away I go. Down into the rabbit hole.

Only the rabbit isn’t late. He’s angry.

 

Drugging others is for cowards. The friend zone

Is a place where people live when they cannot accept

That sometimes women want men around for things

Other than sex.

 

And this is why I write. This is why I spent six hours

On four pages when on a good day, it takes an hour to write

Five pages. I am telling the story of a woman who survives everything.

 

Maybe if I tell her story I will believe it of myself.

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