Here is a sample of a poem from our latest issue. If you enjoy writing poetry and want to contribute your thoughts to our next issue please, contact Kelsey Rook at sirenwc@gmail.com by June 6th.
Limp Wrist
by Seda Collier
"Limp wrist,"
she calls me.
I,
who stacked fishing pots on a storm-mad deck,
who felled trees and was almost felled by one,
who walked through Marinae Corps boot camp
as through a field of grass.
"Limp wrist,"
she calls me.
She,
who felled trees with men stronger but not smarter,
who fought fires, sweating in the blazing heat,
who birthed four children from her womb to the wide world,
and what man has done that?
"Limp wrist,"
because I aspire to womanhood
in this culture that despises
the strength of women.
what is a woman?
I, who will choose the cold stares of society
for the sake of honesty.
I, who will bear the laughter of the ignorant
for the price of integrity.
I, who have learned the courage to face myself
and embrace myself.
Limp wrist?
I think not.
