NaPoWriMo #2 – The Other Boleyn Girl

NaPoWriMo #2 – The Other Boleyn Girl

I want to be a better queen so badly
that I scrape at the rose thorns around my neck,
whose lethal kisses pierce through skin and larynx
and strangle the royalty out of me.

Each tiny tattoo mocks that
my lineage is not regal
but a shocking procession of welfare princesses
and women bitter from chalices
filled with unrequited love and deferred dreams.

My foremothers have a menagerie of bones between their thighs
where they have chewed through the pride, hearts and will
of suitors who wanted more than to conquer them –
who desired only to rewrite the journals
smeared with the blood of hearts burned out
from the very duty of trusting indiscriminately

and I haven’t dreamed in a minute.

Fear, with her metal hands,
weave barbed wire around my mind and soul

caging me

taunting me

seducing me
to make up my life as I go along
and let authenticity slow dance
down my legs into a pool of eternal oblivion.

But, I can’t be counterfeit anymore, either.

Truth, like pimples, rears its pus-filled head
promising that if I just squeeze past the adolescent pain
the beauty of womanhood will emerge
without memorable blemish.

Truth,
please restore me to the wholeness of myself!

There are ink stains in my bed again.

I’m running out of pads to sop them up.

©2010 La Shaun phoenix Moore

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6 comments

  1. Rebecca R · April 7, 2010

    Woa,

    and eww.

  2. Ian · April 7, 2010

    Whicked!! I felt every word…

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  4. Mr. Sawyer · April 7, 2010

    “Each tiny tattoo mocks that
    my lineage is not regal
    but a shocking procession of welfare princesses
    and women bitter from chalices
    filled with unrequited love and deferred dreams”

    This would make the foundation for a bomb ass song! We’re not worthy! (insert Waynes world voice)

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  6. Cassie · April 12, 2010

    Oh my God! That was awesome!! I would usually pull my favorite quote to reiterate just how much I enjoyed that particular line but I find myself unable to do. I would just end up cutting and pasting the whole damn piece. The end though, from “Fear, with her metal hands” on down … stroke of genius.

    I was just telling Mel this morning that through the years my fears have changed with experience and life. I can’t remember what it was when I was a child, but at his age it was drowning, when he was born it became that something would happen to him and I wouldn’t be able to protect him, and lately my biggest fear is that I will become disabled or sick and unable to enjoy my freedom of movement. After reading this though, I might have to change the last to not being able to dream. That one would kill me.

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