I Will Not Carry a Country
Papa says, where we come from,
no one has the luxury of self-loathing
—they are too busy rising from rubble
& building castles with what lies in the streets.
He looks at me like I am an orphan
Mama found swaddled in rags on the doorstep
one morning. He asks how this miserable
creature with so much to live for
could choose to wash her cheeks with tears,
& clear her throat with screams.
Mama says, “Girl,
you are like a rubber band.
You can stretch as far as you’d like to.”
I’ve come to learn
that, stretched too far,
a rubber band will snap.
I’ve come to learn
that when I rupture,
I become shrapnel,
marring the faces of those around me
with wounded disgust.
I dream of a place
where no one knows my name,
where I am not beckoned like a pet,
who knows a trick
to make their master’s mouth curl into a grin,
where no one expects
a clever remark or even a smile
—where people are more indifferent
toward me than towards
a loose stone in their path.
How kind it would be to be kicked to the curb,
& left to lie in the dust,
where no one can try to reassemble me
into something I have no interest in becoming,
where I can be free
of the burdensome load
of carrying a country,
on my back.
I will carry my fair share,
but I can’t carry it all.
And I am free to create
my own place with my own rules,
separate from what
has been handed down to me.
(Cover art for this poem by Frank Morrison)
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