To Bear the Right

The picture postcard Goddess on my fridge
has eight, one for every day and then some

random crap will happen, the roof
spring a leak, a dictator stink

I’ll scream or just lie 
there in bed, slow draining

blinking red. The dagger 
of a parting, tender

box, pins down
stairs in my face,

no way to climb                                                                                                                 
any rung to pop -

corn stars are a flash
in the pan they fire

up the right 
arms, enshrined kitsch in sync.

Credit

Copyright © 2025 by Sophia Naz. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on May 3, 2025, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem

“This poem is a snapshot of a woman’s daily life in eight stanzas, a nod to the eight-armed Goddess of the first stanza. I use abrupt turns in the lines to illustrate the breakneck speed [at] which crises, large and small, occur. The woman in the poem is squeezed by dual expectations: the South Asian societal pressure to conform to an idealized womanhood represented by the ‘picture postcard Goddess,’ coupled with the demands of efficiency dictated by a modern American life. She is in a ‘tender box’ from which there is no escape. All this is happening against the backdrop of rising anti-immigrant sentiment contained in the title of the poem, which is an inversion of “the right to bear (arms).” In the present political climate, it is the ‘right’ that has become overbearing, and it is her kind who suffer the consequences.” 
—Sophia Naz