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I have waited so long for this.
it came to me under the guise of well-meaning concern for my body, my chemicals, my family, my voice, my potential future lovers
there’s something creeping, creeping into my head. a thought, not a voice. but it still pricked deep, making me flinch with the first few words.
She calls us “petulant, self-indulgent” My voice cracks Society says we’re hot for now Look at all the new inclusive media! Within ourselves, us othered folk