Two poems that explore what is involved in the endless act of discovering yourself.
February 14th, 2019 | Creative Writing
What If I hosted a party?
By Hugh Durnford-Dionne
What if one day I started to dance
to a beat that didn’t always need the help of music
This beat would be so convinced that I would move without question
Sometimes friends and strangers would come dance beside me,
when some arrived, others left, but the beat didn’t stop for anyone
On occasion, I would dance really fast and sometimes really slow
The tempo would change but the beat would never come to a rest
I’m not sure when this party will end, or if it will at all
But for now, I’ll be dancing.
The Woman That She Is
By Paola B. López Sauri
Born pink,
grew sweet,
afraid to sink.
You blink,
she flips,
and learns to think.
An itch
to be,
an urge to flee.
A clink,
a spill,
another drink.
Now ink
on skin
and a pierced lip.
A smile,
a wink,
a patched-up wing.
A teen,
a witch,
a grown-up bitch.
Let her be
the woman that
she is.