December 6, 2011

in Confessions,Lifestyle

My ancestry can not be found
in the annals of genealogy
of the blood flow of birth.
My birth canal was not the
engorged, taught flesh of woman
conceived with man.
I was conceived when Sylvia Plath
stood up from the white grave
on the page and breathed the
syllables of life into me.
I was born when a bright white river
opened and I began to fill it with words,
A matriarchy thorns.
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Lindsey Renuard is a blogger, YouTube beauty expert, and the Managing Editor of the Skiatook Journal.

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