Scream
You weren't meant to be digestible
Voiceover from my performance at Fort Collins Poetry Slam Live at The Neighbor in January! You can find the full poetry slam recording here Lip Chicken Podcast
I wake each morning with a lump in my throat
A scream pressed behind it.
I open my mouth and with the weight of
expectation
I sing.
Because…
the expectation is to sing.
To make a joyful noise.
To ensure the sounds escaping me
Are digestible.
But.. what do I want?
What I want is to reach deep into my throat .
Wrench this grief from its roots
and splatter it into the winds.
So that the sunset has a soundtrack.
I want to open
Not as a flower does.
I want to open
like a thunderstorm.
Peals of rage bursting from my belly.
The truth is.
I don’t want to fucking sing.
Not for you.
I want to scream out my pain from the mountain-top.
Rip these Sharps and flats from deep within my soul.
Expose these secret sounds
to the scrutiny of infinity.
To Say.
HERE I STAND.
I DESERVE to take up space.
and. I promise you.
I promise you
You will hear me,
Oh,
You will hear me,
But ... my voice will not be made beautiful for you.
My voice is composed of all the parts I locked away.
For everyone else’s pleasure.
So that I would be smaller.
So that I would be a little less.
So that I would be … digestible
Because I was always…
too much.
But...
I refuse to be digested.
I gather all the parts of me.
And together.
We scream
©2023 Andrea Curran
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That's beautiful 😍
beautiful piece!!