run infant woman run
written by: Rochelle Foles
run infant woman
run as fast as you can in any direction that seems
run till you threaten to drop dead
skinned needs, skinned knees,
heels of your palmsbleeding
fromwhere you s k I d along the unforgiving asphalt
that had been lying in wait for your stumble
hungry for your blood
hungry for your self
effacement to bring you
back to this place
so well known
-when you- smart actualized near woman you-
the asphalt only wins
you continue to wear that same pair of tights
(no matter how many times you stumble the thing that matters most is that you land softer)
She introduced me to my first, and to this day, greatest literary heroes and inspirations, E.E. Cummings, T.S. Elliot, Edgar Allen Poe, Walt Whitman, Elizabeth Barrett Browning...and then there were the romantic mystery paperback writers my mother read to balance my budding intellect out!
I wanted my thots, my words, to be remembered, to be memorable, to impact people's lives.
Last February I was published for the first time.What a feeling of validation! Of being heard n seen n understand in all my shorthand n crazy spelling n trailing thots!
Then I was published again, and yet again, and my mouth has yet to stop gaping. I'm not sure I'm a poet. I just know it's An incredible feeling every time I put my visions to paper via my pen and am given the opportunity to share them.
Thank you for reading and witnessing my world.