Poem: Danger, Fear, and Urgency


I don’t want my daughter to experience the horror

of a strange man grabbing her or

one of her friends as they walk down the street.

I don’t want strangers to question why she’s in school,


she’s too ugly and stupid to be anything but a prostitute


“reminding” her she doesn’t need to be able to read to lie on her back.

I don’t want strangers to express surprise at her collegiate-level reading ability,

Though she’s been reading on that level since the 5th grade

and is, in fact, in college.

I don’t want people to gush over how articulate she is

after she’s spoken a carefully selected 4-syllable word.


It seems we are always articulate,

implying our words are of no more than a perfunctory nature,

never eloquent,

because it takes education to convey meaning

(surely, we are uneducated),

and always less-than.

Poem: Danger, Fear, and Urgency

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