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A Child's I's
Copyright 2024 by Heather Rose Brown
CAUTION: This is one of my darker poems. While it does mention death, there's no depiction of anyone being hurt or harmed in it. Still, if something like that might be triggering for you, then please be careful.
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There once was a child
Who thought ze was dead.
Ze saw with hir I's
And lived in hir head.
One day ze came out to
Our cramped little world.
They told hir ze must be
A boy or a girl.
Ze gazed at them fiercely
With hir glittering I's.
Then said very softly,
"Stop speaking in lies."
Then off danced the child
Who thought ze was dead.
Ze came to our world
And went out of hir head.
Comments
Not A Boy Or A Girl
We know that not everything is binary.
Thank you Heather.
I love the double meaning
The double meaning in that last line is wonderful.
You know, in my mind, I am “sane,” mostly. Which is to say, there is a harmony to it, a cohesion. Things are internally consistent. But when I leave my mind to interact with the world, it’s like a cockle-shell boat leaving a tranquil bay to be beset with cross-currents and rip-tides, crazy winds and dangerous shoals. When I’m out of my head, the harmony is gone, and there are times when I feel like I’ve lost my mind.
So I crawl back in and find it for a time.
Emma