Refugee

Response to reading “Little Bee” by Chris Cleave

 

When “Little Bee” enters a room

She always forms a plan

The best way to kill herself

Should the men come suddenly

 

That’s how loving me is

 

That’s the only way I can describe it

The only comparison I can make

 

I craft escape plans

 

Just in case I’m a tad too stormy

Unaffected by his summers

 

Just in case my young organ

Doesn’t drum, rapid and uneven

To the rhythm he’s expecting

 

Just in case his caustic intensity

Burns shackles ‘round my wrists

 

Just in case he slices a machete

Through my ring finger

Or sexualizes my right hand

 

Just in case I’m the exact shade

Of hollow death he’s been seeking

 

I can run

I can fight

I can kill

 

Should the men come suddenly

 

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