Tag: i have a voice

i never learned to
walk. i learned to
tiptoe
around eggshell grenades
on tile kitchen floors, 
to dance gracefully 
dodging projectile dinner
plates on
Sunday afternoons, 
to twist and crawl from
torrid gazes, to leap
out of the trajectory of
missiles spat under one’s
breath, and amid the floods on the
kitchen tile, to land
unscathed.