WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY

Before the Fist

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Before the fist
was the kiss

Before the silence
was the laughter

Before the venomous insults
were the words of love and adoration

I can go back before
and before
and before

Were I to go back
to before I knew
what it feels like
for my soul to scream
I would have never been born.

So I don’t give a fuck
about before. It’s all
about what’s soon to be.

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