*This was just written about an hour ago in response to an email I had received. Naming no names, but this individual took it upon themselves to offer me relationship/writing/life advice. Apparently I have crossed a line with my unfeminine choice of writing. (pause here for the snickers to subside….. Lori Lopez I can still hear you!)
Well it takes all kinds to make a world I have heard it rightly said. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. And here, for what it’s worth, is my reply.
Why do I write the way that I do?
Why do I write about what I do?
Why do I try and come across like…that?
hanging around on the corner of a genre I don’t belong in
like a squatter
women can’t write about…..that
it’s not believable
all they would really do is squeal and cry
better erase that nightmare penciling and go back to
gentle landscapes and fluffy baby animals
where you belong
where we like you to blend in with the other lilies of the field
what? what? what?
what makes you think I have a choice?
and what makes you think my mind is pretty?
there is a hurricane named after me for a reason
you can fold and refold me
hold the top closed and jump on it
but I still won’t fit in that box
my poetry has teeth
and some of them are fangs
deal with it