Give me a word as the sunset is to sea -
a tender ocean cupped by infinity,
give me a word as the wind is to hair
rake your fingers through and give no scarves to wear.
Some...any word that humanises me.
Just say something as choice is to the soul.
But if you can’t then don’t you dare speak at all.
Give me a word as plumed grass is to free,
rooted to the ground but at one end only.
Oh I have waited far too long for you to care,
give me your word or else watch me burn and tear,
just watch my sharpest edge slash gleefully
through these massive knots that presume to control,
and if you can’t then don’t you dare speak at all.
For all my daughters, those that were never born and those that were born to other mothers.