[poetry] writing my wrongs

[kaberett]

I walk among you monstrous
    in disguise,
And I am canvas--vellum--
    for your eyes:
Inscribe, incise
    your meanings in my skin:
my voice, my tongue, my wiped-clean slate
    are yours.
Write me anew:
    woman, yes, and sweet
    and silent. English. Whole.
    A Galatea for another age.

Look closer.
    Your marks upon my flesh are not the first.
Not ink--at least, not legible, but here:
    my scars, my soul, my strength. And hear:
    the slightest lightest stumble, which betrays
my immigrant mouth. My wholly liminal self.

Comments

[kaberett]

Written in about April.

[shehasathree]

Oh, wow.

[worlds_of_smoke]

Oh.

[untonuggan]

Oooooooooooh...

*has no coherent response*

[inoru_no_hoshi]

Oooh. I am not sure what precisely this says to me, but I love the tone, the cadence, the—IDK, the gently confused but "here am I, strong" feel it has.

♥

[elisem]

Oh, my. And it builds so strongly beautifully to that last.

[jamfish]

GUH. *________*

This is gorgeous.