I want to slam poetry
like I want to
slam doors

catching my fingers and
blooming blue bruises

but I don’t want my voice
to sound the same
as all the other voices
stilted and feminized
and fetishized
and
thrown against

the floor

I want to slam poetry
like I want to
slam my head
against
the wall

rhythmically

like a heart beat
stamping feet

in broken glass

I want to slam poetry
like I want to
slam bone
against bone

I need bruises

to prove it

broken dreams
aren’t enough
any more.

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