Miss Understood
" Miss Understood" was written for the Firehouse Galleries collaborative exhibit between Visual Artists and Poets! The collaborative piece between Betsy and I focused on female reproductive health. Link to a video of this poem being performed ! _____________________________ As the Dr. hands back my wisdom, he says - “be careful, it’s a biohazard.” Swallowed the pill and did not ovulate for two years. Pain and anger suppressed to market the mask of being a - “Good Girl.” Grew a backbone so strong it slipped internal, so they only saw a person doing fine. All the Dr. could say was - “does this hurt?” Women stay calm, until they aren’t; then it becomes hysteria. We are all cage dancing birds, pulling out feathers to make ourselves lighter. How disjointed our bodies have become! A Mother breastfeeds her child by the Boulder Creek during daylight savings time. Eros, beautiful in the birth of a new spring crowning the mouth of the canyon. Maybe Freud was right, we all w
