Revolutionary

My mother plays a recording

The voices of young women

I know only as old

Seep into every crack in the drywall.

Standing lonesome

The ladies in my family

Make their ruby and turquoise

Bronze and feather marks.

Standing together

Painted nails on dreams

Their etchings leave a paved wake for

Future generations to tread.

The brick is unyielding.

You want me to run after you

Snatch at your curled hair

Find warmth under your umbrella

It blocks out the sky.

How dare you

Pass on your shadow to me?

The wise walk in old steps

The foolish walk backwards

I reject the path altogether.


Written for the 11th Experiments in Fiction Poetry Challenge: write a free verse poem.

Photo by Veronika Jorjobert on Unsplash

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  1. This is such an emotional piece. Sometimes it does feel like past generations have planned out one’s life story but instead one should work on letting go of traditions and just going one’s own way.

    Thank you for sharing, I really enjoyed it!

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