serve me up, piece by piece
what good am I to myself
take my hand and write the words that will untether hearts and minds
take my feet and lead the refugees out of war, furthermore
take my arms, open them
take my shoulders and lift the young women above the oppression experienced by their mothers and grandmothers
take my head and place it on a lunch tray because it is of no use to me
as it has not commanded my hand, my feet, my arms, my shoulders
to do what needs to be done
serve me up, piece by piece
A prompt from imaginary garden with real toads
Such an interesting response to the photo! This is really thought-provoking!
ReplyDeleteThis stanza hits me so hard, because of my mother's strokes:
ReplyDelete"take my head and place it on a lunch tray because it is of no use to me
as it has not commanded my hand, my feet, my arms, my shoulders
to do what needs to be done"
This is exactly what she's been going through.
An interesting take on the prompt. My favorite line-'take my hand and write the words that will untether hearts and minds'
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