justification
i thought that poetry was just a triviality of the privileged until i learned that poetry names what our minds cannot name
what our spirits cannot name
poetry is a vehicle that guides my conscious to its destination and is
the teacher that knows just what to say to spark the fire that will light up a room of my heart.
i thought that the feelings i could not name were a red mark
were just something i should lock away, lock away and never let anyone glimpse my foolishness
my faults
my insanities
what i cannot name cannot exist
i cannot share it and thus cannot understand it
i must control myself tighter than a red guard
and calculate every movement so that caesar would be proud.
being a woman was something i could not name
it was something that shamed me
its implications were beyond my abilities
i was not beautiful enough
i was not brave enough
i was not brilliant
or whole
or appropriate enough to claim this title
i told myself that womanhood was not something that was given, but that was earned
i told myself that one day i could make up for my imperfect skin and chubby cheeks and eventually earn that trophy of womanhood.
perhaps that’s why i raged when my sister teased me about my period
and i refused to even hear that word
because periods were for women, and i was not good enough
i was too shameful to be a woman.
women had a heritage
women had a matrilineal line of female warriors
and heros
that filled their blood with the trial and grit of a woman.
i had none
i was ashamed of my mother
of her history
and i had no heritage
that imbued me with any right to call myself a proud woman of this line.
i would always be swimming between scylla and charybdis
i would always feel jealous of my father and his unmistaken identity
that he had no doubt he was cuban and hailed from the island
that his parents were immigrants who had earned that prestigious title
that he had a heritage
and i had none, a white girl who felt too ashamed to be a white girl.
a stoicism i could not justify
and a mindset i could not complete.
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