Untitled by Hagar Shabazz
ARTWORK BY HANNAH MENG
Untitled
by Hagar Shabazz
They said she had too much mouth
Her mouth the dome shape of flame, she voices words that’ll toast your core
They tell girls like her to be solid
Like rock that don’t move
She is a melting glacier in the wrong atmosphere, tears for years
Eyes be early morning dripping dew, sensitivity through the roof
Skin bumpy like crinkled blanket of a poorly made bed, exhausted
Ears almost nonexistent from being hardheaded,
She only hears her own thoughts
They said she had too much mouth
As if she’d never grow into it
Like when her hips developed faster than her twelve year old mind
Like the tips of his fingers on her lips
As if her tears should’ve been louder than the cries
In their eyes she made the choice of having no choice
She like all women are told to dispose of these types of memories in the abyss of their minds
Memories like these should be drowned
Like the sound
Of her voice
But those thoughts grew gills
They said she had a choice
Because its about what she could’ve done
Its never about what he did
As long as she’s living
It’s always the same story and he’ll continued to be forgiven