catalyst | a poem

we were born and all hell broke loose within you


my face will eventually be my own


I continuously failed to live up to ideals

I never knew I had


boys expected simplicity

I diluted myself


their bodies cut in three parts

mind, heart and crotch

I couldn’t get out of the bottom drawer

my mind, heart and crotch in a knot


I thought I was doing my own thing

without realising that I had absorbed

my ancestors’ worlds


sometimes I only understood what yes meant and entailed

once I had whispered it


and I hadn’t said it in my own voice


I wonder when all these artificial voices started to come out of my mouth

and who did they belong to

and why did they feel so necessary and innate

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2021 | Instagram: @melpomenepaintings

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