
a woman’s place
i heard a woman becomes herself
the first time she speaks
without permission
then, every word out of her mouth
a riot
say, beautiful
& point to the map of your body
say, brave
& wear your skin like a gown or a suit
say, hero
& cast yourself in the lead role
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when a girl pronounces her own name
there is glory
when a woman tells her own story
she lives forever
all the women i know are perennials—
marigolds, daffodils
soft things that refuse to die
i don’t come from anything tamed or willing
i come from soil flossed with barbed wire
meaning, abuela would cuss you out
with the same breath she kissed
you with her blood
a wild river
my mother doesn’t rely on instruction manuals
or men nor does she equate the two
can fix anything
if you get out of her way
says the best technology
is her own two hands
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but once, i dreamed i had no teeth
just a mouth to hold
other people’s things
if this poem is the only things that survives
me
tell them i grew a new tongue
tell them i built me a throne
tell them when we discovered life on another planet
it was a woman
& she built a bridge, not a border
got god & named gravity
after herself.
Copyright © 2018 by Denice Frohman, “a woman’s place,” from Women of Resistance: Poems for a New Feminism, (OR Books, 2018).