Wrong is Not in My NameA Poem by annaThis a revised poem that I created for my UIL Poetry.I need to take a walk and clear, my head about this About why I can’t go out without changing my clothes, my shoes, my body posture, my gender identity, my age, my status as a woman. The point being that I can’t do what I want to do with my own body because I am... the wrong sex, the wrong age, the wrong skin, because I was wrong, wrong again to be me. And even tonight suppose it was not here in the city but down on the beach or far into the woods and I wanted to go there by myself thinking about God or thinking about children or thinking about the world all of it disclosed by the stars and the silence: I could not go and I could not think and I could not stay... Alone.. As I need to be ... Alone because I can’t do what I want to do with my own body and who in the hell set things up like this and they say if the guy penetrates but does not ejaculate then he did not rape me and if after stabbing him if after screams if after begging and if even after smashing a hammer to his head if even after that if he and his buddies spoon-feed me a ancient date-rape drug. So I’ll howl at you. Using me to swoon at your questionable light. over and over hoping you disappear for nights on end. after that no rape because I was wrong, wrong again to be me I was wrong to be who I am the wrong skin on the wrong continent. it was my father saying I was wrong saying that I should have been a boy because he wanted one/a boy and that I should have been lighter skinned and that I should have had straighter hair and that I should not be so boy crazy but instead I should just be one/a boy and before that it was my mother pleading plastic surgery for my nose and braces for my teeth and telling me to let the books loose to let them loose in other words I am the history of rape I am the history of the rejection of who I am I am the history of the terrorized incarceration of myself I am the history of battery assault and limitless armies against whatever I want to do with my mind and my body and my soul and whether it’s about walking out at night or whether it’s about the love that I feel of each and every desire that I know from my personal and idiosyncratic and indisputably single and singular heart I have been raped be- cause I have been the wrong sex the wrong age the wrong skin the wrong nose the wrong hair the wrong need the wrong dream the wrong geographic the wrong sartorial. I have been the meaning of rape I have been the problem everyone seeks to eliminate by forced penetration with or without the evidence of slime. I am not wrong: Wrong is not my name My name is my own. and I can’t tell you who the hell set things up like this but I can tell you that from now on my resistance my simple and daily and nightly self-determination may very well cost you your life
© 2014 annaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorannaTXAboutHello there, I welcome you to my profile. Let me tell you about my self. I am Anna,born on July 21st and 16. Poetry and any other writing is one of my passions I love to do, i also do some photography.. more..Writing
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