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


You can also read this poem here