I know I said I would post about (something...I can't remember) last night...but this poem wanted to be finished instead. So...here's a poem. Instead of whatever I said I was going to write about. It's better this way. I promise.
On Talking to Myself
When the time is right,
I'll tell you.
I'll tell you:
You. You were the skinny kid in the blue tutu,
the one showing off all
the moves.
Front and
center, pointed toes,
hair pulled back, tutu
bouncing,
self-assured,
beautiful, running in little circles,
I saw you, you were
fucking amazing with your
tongue stuck out the
right side of your mouth, head tilted, remembering,
you haven't changed, I'll say.
You were fucking
amazing. You haven't changed.
When the time is right,
I'll tell you:
Remember.
Remember when you, just
10 years old,
read your words, out loud, for hundreds of
people,
the loud microphone
made it hard to hear the words you read,
you read all 3 pages without
fumbling
in your flowered dress
and
scuffed white dress
shoes, big lace bow in your hair,
strangers congratulated
you
and you ended with pride, I'll say.
You believed them. You ended with pride.
I'll say: I was there.
During the field trip
for entomology club,
you found those red
ants first. Big ones.
You were just about to
catch them when
the Smartest Boy swooped
in,
stole your ants from
under your nose
got all the accolades
for his good find.
When you cried in the
car about the injustice,
your mother told you
your mother told you
not to be smarter than
the boys
or steal their
spotlight
not to outdo them--it could
hurt their ego,
but you were smarter
than him anyway
and knew it, I'll
remind you.
You were smarter, and
knew it. I was there.
Remember, I'll
say. You
are not the names you
label yourself.
Your body
has withstood this
life, has endured
you, and survived.
It is fucking amazing, trust me, you
aren't easy on your soul,
but you haven't changed.
Believe me, proud one,
you are
smart
and know it. I am here, waiting
enduring
believing
you
and when the time is right, I'll tell you.
and when the time is right, I'll tell you.
I'll tell you
when the time is right,
when I can find the
words,
when I know you can
hear me
when I know you'll believe me
when you will stop to
listen
when you'll let me in...
When the time is right to love you
I know just what I'll
say.
I love this. I love the images. I love the positivity. I just love it. And you!
ReplyDeleteI love you, too!
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