A New Voice Escapes Me Poem by Wanda Swim Strunk

A New Voice Escapes Me



A new Voice escapes me
Speaking phrases I formerly wouldn’t acknowledge
For fear of change
Or allegation
I replaced 5-petal niceties with truthful dirty flowers
Who decides which is appealing?
Prettier?
More precious?

I do
Not you

A new mindset over takes me
My brain opens at the middle
Split in half like a peach
To get to my pit
This formerly seemed useless
When I wanted instant sweetness for my mouth
Temporary hungers needed to subside
That pit could bring me
All the sustenance needed for a lifetime
If I take the time to sow and nurture it
I thought I didn’t like peaches
Who decides what I like?

I do
Not you

I am my own cultivation
In this handed down civilization
A gardener in the garden of me
I decide what stays
What will be my planted seeds
You tend to you
I’ll tend to me
Then who will decide what my flowers are
And what are my weeds.

Not you
me

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