by Yrsa Daley-Ward
Some girls do
and I’m one of them.
They told me God didn’t like it.
I cried at church
tried to pray myself Good.
(Sat on my hands.)
Some girls do
and I’m one of them.
They told me men wouldn’t like it.
I plaited my hair
tried to quiet the singing down there
(I was sitting on hymns.)
Some girls do
and I’m one of them.
They said I really didn’t like it
(not if I was honest with myself).
I sat at the meetings
(confessed to things
that have never felt wrong)
things that some girls do
and
I tell you,
I’m one of them.
From:
Bone Poems
Copyright ©:
2017, Penguin Books




