“Flower Viewing”, a poetry chapbook by Bethany Saint-Smith
They crossed their legs and pulled out their books, waiting to tell me how my skin would crook
And all the while, they fenced their power down
took me along the gravel until I’d finally spit it out
Yes, I’m a woman, before I was even a girl
Yes, I am colored, the color of many worlds
Yes, I am bad
Bad enough to know better
And they weep while taking away my rights
They find me huddling with the clouds plotting my prowl, a vicious fight
And they couldn’t stop me then, they won’t pause me now
There’s a victorious rumble in the seeds of my ground, where all my ways, where all I have been, with all my doubled down doubts settled in
That’s where they gonna find me, beyond the righteous fight
My gimmick too coarse to raise a dull knife
And won’t you tell a friend in case they forgot to know, that you shouldn’t cross your legs against the books you don’t know.
Written by Bethany Saint-Smith, all rights reserved.