“Fight, Kick, Make Love”
I am a woman
so let me be one,
not a boy with breasts
let me be a mother,
let me be fruit
ripe for God’s picking
let me be the product
of my experiences
let me sing,
let me fill the room
fed on chocolate and sex
let me grow until
you can’t ignore me anymore
let me not hunger
for want of a nod from polite society,
let me see my ass in a mirror
and smile
let me teach the schoolgirls
to fight
and kick
and make love.
1998
