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Everyone in Me Is a Bird

Mind was a prison, ruby lined
in its lipstick noir—everything woman
I was expected to be, trapped between
papered walls. What they said to do, I did not
but only levitated at the burning,

the body a water in which I drowned, the life
a windshield dirty with love. What they
said to think, I thought not but instead made
my mind into a birdcage with wings

 

 

(Title is from an Anne Sexton Poem.)

Credit


Copyright © 2017 by Melissa Studdard. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on November 29, 2017, by the Academy of American Poets.

About this Poem


“I’ve been wounded by and obsessed with my own complicity in caging myself inside gender and societal expectations, but as I thought about the horrible things that have happened historically to women who didn’t conform, as well as the insidious ways people of all genders are indoctrinated, I began to have a gentler understanding of why I might have at times confused societal norms for my own desires. I wondered, then, if I could ever be free, and when I closed my eyes, I saw a vision of all the conforming and nonconforming parts of myself as many birds in one cage. In the vision, the cage was weak and flimsy—so far less consequential than what was inside it—that I realized even if I could not yet fully free myself, I could give the cage itself wings and still fly.” 
—Melissa Studdard

Author


Melissa Studdard

Melissa Studdard is the author of I Ate the Cosmos for Breakfast (Saint Julian Press, 2014). She teaches at Lone Star College-Tomball and lives in Houston, Texas.

Date Published: 2017-11-29

Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/everyone-me-bird