Protest poem

by Susan King Saunders

don't try to use me like a hole, dug out of dirt,
a drop spot for dead ideas about my identity.

i am not a ditch (void, and violable) a storage
for stench-held bags of garbage crammed, leaking.

don't try to clothe my eyes with a veil of vanity
so that i can't see, the dissection of my body.

i am not a pattern that can be altered by snip, snip
snipping until my pieces can be re-ar-ran-ged, distored.

i will not be buried alive; will not be blinded by pain.
pretend i don't exist. i will write myself again. sks




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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an American writer: poetry, short stories, articles, and I am working on a book that will be available 2013. I have a BFA; MFA; MA


Last updated April 19, 2014