Sometimes by Hania Anwar
Sometimes
by Hania Anwar
Sometimes
I wish I was born a
Man
in true Plath-ian fashion
to roam the desolate fields
at Dusky Dawn
without the gripping fear
of being stripped bare and
Torn
If I were a Man I wonder
would I fight half as much with my mother?
Would she chastise me for not wordlessly helping
around the house were I a Son and not a
daughter?
Would my father have turned away the childish outstretched hand
that reached towards his noisy busy factory
were I a Son and not a
daughter?
If I were a Man
would I have worried about unborn children
part of un-lived futures and the thousand ways I would
Fail them?
The only reason Rhett could say he didn’t
“Give a damn”
was because he was a Man
I was born with all the Damns in the world crammed into me
Until I began to
Choke
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Mentioned in this episode:
Write After: National Poetry Month with One Poem Only
Write After is a way to encourage poets to listen and write, and use National Poetry Month to highlight how listening to poetry makes us better poets. I know I write the best when I’m surrounded by beautiful poetry–it’s part of the reason I created this podcast, and I want to encourage others to share this practice. We'll get started in April. You can share to #WriteAfterOPO.
