Taking Space

Day 15
Poem 14

Another poem inspired by my experience at the Split This Rock Poetry Festival today.

Taking Space

Who told me I had to stay small,
all elbows and knees? Was it
my mother, hiding her scars,
doing aerobics? The grandmother
who made me walk with straight
feet or the dance teachers
who turned them out?
The skinny girls, the mean ones?
The movies? When did it start?
It stops today, in a chorus
of strong voices. It stops
today. On the train, beneath the static:
Please spread out and use all doors.
I would if I could. I want bigness,
to take up space, to create
my own gravity.


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