Poetry by Elisabeth Horan
Go ahead - kick this hornet's nest
I don't want to play anymore -
No sunshine day charades.
I don't want to be a good girl -
No pigtails, barrettes or braids.
I want to shave my skull clean, be it cancer-morph; or punk
Lisbeth, I said, is my name to you -
No bimboms, perms or highlights...
Bring not some solicitor's rape kit.
I want it to glare in the sun, atomic -
No little woman here, folks.
I don't want to play anymore -
No sunshine day charades.
I don't want to be a good girl -
No pigtails, barrettes or braids.
I want to shave my skull clean, be it cancer-morph; or punk
Lisbeth, I said, is my name to you -
No bimboms, perms or highlights...
Bring not some solicitor's rape kit.
I want it to glare in the sun, atomic -
No little woman here, folks.
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Elisabeth Horan is a mother/poet from Vermont. Her work has recently been published in the Switchgrass Review’s annual Women’s Health Anthology. Elisabeth’s poetry aspires to give a voice to animals, as well those who may be suffering from mental illness, alone and in pain. Elisabeth is a 2018 MFA Candidate at Lindenwood University and teaches at River Valley Community College in New Hampshire. She spends time with her three beautiful horses, Deuce, Flynn and Copper for therapy. @ehoranpoet.
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