Day 3 / National Poetry Month 2018

I still love poetry, day 3. Today's prompt had to do with remembering the first time one was defiant. This is where it led me. . .

“Shit.”

I said it.

The kitchen floor was filthy with my disgust

and I ran

to hide.

Girls don’t.

Children shouldn’t.

Such words.

Even now

I wonder

was it the word

or the lie it called out

that surprised you so.

I erupted at five

and my hot lava mouth

pours forth

still

no no no no no

to burn

what would have me abide

what would hold me confined

what would mark me untrue

Forty-five years are gone

My father is dead

I say what I will

and still

all lies

are shit

to me.