by Stacey Manos
Because we were supposed to grow up and find good boys But before that we were supposed to find bad boys Boys that cheated and lied and were immature And maybe hit us once or twice just to get it out of our systems Boys that our dads always joked about killing Without a smile on their faces A woman elder in my family once told me it’s just part of being a girl Another one told me everyone needs it just once The second one also told me that attempted rape is lucky The second one’s daughter told me not to report And then we find the good boy and we both join Parish council Maybe we teach sunday school And get asked to baptize too many kids And never say no We get a brick put on the wall with our names For generations of kids to touch during halftimes of games for good luck We would carve ourselves into the foundation of a building That teaches our children that love is magnanimous Knows no bounds No ground, no sky The stained glass window saints have eyes They fill with tears as you trip down the aisle.
About the author:
Stacey Manos (she/her) is a poet and playwright based in Southern California. Her writing focuses predominantly on identity, Latinx culture, the LGBTQ+ experience, and survival of sexual violence. She has had her work featured in publications such as Queer Rain, LUCID, The Patient Project, and New Forum. You can access more of her writing at @skmpoetry on Instagram.
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