It started with a kiss
it was uncalled for
you called me out
who was I to dare lean in?
how dare I presume intimacy
your anger gave you voice
your voice at last had found you
you had plenty that you had to say
plenty more to come when that was said
generations of mothers spoke through you
what these mothers spoke was truth
previously subdued, suppressed
the suppressed at last free to express
it started with a kiss
~
n.b. NaPoWriMo 2022 Day Twenty-seven prompt: write a duplex.
This poem has a history, it is a history in a poem. I am ever grateful for what this kiss taught me, the voice it brought forth.
I hope that it is not too obscure for the general reader.
CLP 27/04/2022
Journey of Words 
5 responses
Well I liked it! 😉🖤
Thank you. It’s a kind of confessional celebration of #metoo in a way.
Good point, well made.
Not heard that phrase for a while! Thank you
🙂