I don't suppose I was ever exactly a "grrrl" because I was busy watching old movies when others were going to concerts and making zines and stuff. But I'm hoping this new poem will fit into a series I've been working on for some time now that involves different first-person perspectives...
When We Were Grrrls
Ears ringing, all smiles
in the mosh pit, the opposite
of violence, sweltering
in the crush of strangers’ bodies
in our pact that nothing
but silence can scare us
that it’s best to shout
all we have into the static
of voices that shout back at us.
When We Were Grrrls
Ears ringing, all smiles
in the mosh pit, the opposite
of violence, sweltering
in the crush of strangers’ bodies
in our pact that nothing
but silence can scare us
that it’s best to shout
all we have into the static
of voices that shout back at us.
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