counting beat and keeping time
iambic feet and stilted rhyme
that - that is not poetry.
with silent reading comes dissection
of mathematical perfection,
acceptance or rejection,
an intellectual exercise.
you speak your truth in pictures,
words wrapping themselves into my heart
where they lodge.
i see your thoughts in my mind,
know your pain in my skin, my depths.
your words are fists, hammering
on the brick walls of rape culture
inciting me to beat back
because together,
together,
together,
sisters, we will push it over.
this - this is poetry.
A response to this poem by Maddie Godfrey.
https://www.facebook.com/maddiegodfreypoet/videos/924619557607551/
