LETTER TO MY GRANDMOTHER By Natalie Wee

LETTER TO MY GRANDMOTHER

Ahma, I’m sorry
for long walks into the ocean
& my knees ground in rush
hour traffic. It’s just that
my body is not a body
but regret
wrapped up in skin.
Papa’s anger is baby teeth
I’ll never grow out of.
Sometimes I want
sharp tools
to fix myself for good.

Ahma, you are
the most beautiful part
of my bad blood.
All you lived through
only left you kind.
I am the shadow of
every man
who has hurt
every woman
in this family.

Ahma, I wear
sadness like a birthright.
It is a method of survival.
I see his fists on every boy
with hands.
Only grief keeps me safe:
no one expects to touch
so much of it
and live.

By Natalie Wee

Biography:

Natalie Wee is the author of OUR BODIES & OTHER FINE MACHINES (Words Dance Publishing, 2016) and ONCE IN A BLUE MOON (BookThug, 2018). She is the Associate Fiction Editor at Broken Pencil Magazine. Her first book is now available at http://natalieweepoetry.com/.

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