Lava
written by: Megha Sood
@meghasood16
You are clipping
my wings
to suit your needs;
you are breaking
my bones
to fit me inside a
cookie cutter;
caulking and
smoothing my
rough opinions
just so you please;
tightening the strings
to make this puppet dance
to your tune wildly;
You are bending
my will
and twisting
my emotions to
suit your needs;
you are choking
my dreams
so you can save
some air for
your luxury;
my bones are brittle
but I have an iron will;
you can bend me
but can’t break me
from within;
like molten lava
I melt
but I have the strength
of mountains
hidden in me;
I give birth
to new lands
and can melt
your sorry
presence;
in a blink of an eye
you see.
Megha Sood is an Award-winning Asian-American Poet, Editor, and Literary Activist. She is a Literary Partner with “Life in Quarantine”, at Stanford University. Her widely anthologized poems, essays, and other works talk about her experience as a first-generation immigrant and woman of color. Author of Chapbook (“My Body is Not an Apology”, Finishing Line Press, 2021) and Full Length (“My Body Lives Like a Threat”, FlowerSongPress, 2022). Her co-edited anthology “The Medusa Project” has been selected as a digital payload to be sent to the moon in 2024 in collaboration with NASA/SpaceX.
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