PEDUNCLES (Poem)

"PEDUNCLES" - A Poem by Farah Lawal Harris

PEDUNCLES

By Farah Lawal Harris, 2024

Static fills my right hip, crrrrsppppp crrrrsppppp!

Begging for a kiss, a loosening.

Despite her shallow roots, my Hoya Hindu rope

has grown peduncles—

Think of them as arms reaching toward the sun,

as worshippers who bloom flowers

I hear smell like cinnamon!

Soon, I’ll wear a bun.

This time last year, I was bald as a baby’s bum.

This realm is fun.

I will grow old like my paternal grandmother

who transitioned at my master number.

Venerating my deep roots, my soul

has grown peduncles.

Farah Lawal Harris

Farah Lawal Harris is an artist and breast cancer survivor who inspires people to overcome obstacles and be well. Through vulnerable storytelling, writing, and theatre, Farah makes people feel less alone and more able to tap into their personal power to be their best, creative selves.

https://www.farahlawalharris.com
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