Sometimes I want to be the “wound” Ntozake spoke about
and sometimes I simply want freedom…
oh that wound…
so you never forget
you ache in forgotten places when the weather grows cold and heavy
…tickles like phantom
sometimes I want to be a limb cut off….
slow healing, seeping scar….
i want to be that ugly thing your new lovers trace with solemn finger tips, questing in the dark….
yet my descent has slowed by pity’s hand and time’s quiet call to blush, i cannot sustain my own decay
…to wound you
Fat Fem Pin Up: I am a fat activist, child rights advocate, womanist/feminist, poet with an affinity for selfies. I have a bachelor’s degree in social work and I work for a children protection agency. I plan to obtain a masters before I become a mother. I’m single but quite taken by good books, fancy living and chicken wings. @FatFemPinUp
