At the start of life everything’s
Darkness, muffled wetness where
There’s no such thing as
Claustrophobia where
Life holds itself
Within as
If it
Knows
The
Exact
Shape
To Blurt
Itself out as--
Light blending into
Color bending with
Rays pulling each like taffy
Waving to themselves
Up and down
Eye and brain at play
Then--
--SMACK comes
Reality theory
the bottom line
the beating
drum of
who of
what are you
give this thing
a name a label tell us what race you will run so we can say
how you can finish.
No wonder.
No wonder.
Welcome to the world baby girl, dips
The writer with the Southern drawl
The copper coif, slicing open the
Character’s heart like a cherry pie.
She sighs tucking her books
Into the chicklit section, pulling off
Her rouge, her lip paint by
Numbers, step three I am a woman
Step two I am person, step
One I am.
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Elizabeth G. Howard
Elizabeth G. Howard is a poet, journalist, and SEO specialist. She created Demand Poetry, poetry experience between you, her, and her Olivetti Lettera typewriter. She calls Kansas City, London, & Iowa home. Read more: CultureAngstLove.com.
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