Daily AstrologyApp//August 11, 2019
By Michal Dyson
Today You’ll Confront Your Intimacy Fears and Vulnerability Issues
If I have an urge to cry, I stay home.
I put on Shrek or some other kids’ movie. Or
maybe a romcom or outdated comedy special.
I tell myself to get over it quickly
& that there are starving children in Africa,
wars wiping out entire generations,
and other reminders of how “life could be worse, ”you know?
I use weed to laugh at the shapes in the ceiling
to retreat into deep sleep.
If I have an urge to cry, I ignore the why and slap that shit with a medicated Band-Aid,
those new ones that actually have my shade.
I buy strawberry shortcake popsicles.
Ten of them, but they only last two nights.
I think about how I could have been born during slavery.
Or in 2050, when there’s no ozone.
If I have an urge to cry, I don’t.
But today I couldn’t resist the urge.
Today I cried ugly, like a child.
I cried broken.
I felt like an egg God cracked and scrambled for breakfast. I felt unwanted. Like it was a
morning God wasn’t hungry. Today I was uprooted & unhinged & exposed.
Today I cried in front of you.
My wrists pinned but hands twitching
resisting your touch, fighting your grip.
I needed them free to hide my face
to shelter my cheeks, blotchy and chili pepper red
to cover the freely flowing snot
to mask the panic of not being in control
to try and regulated my skipped breath
to create a barrier between your eyes and my pain.
I tried to break free so I could kick you out of my house, but you
straddled me, unphased, and told me to let it all out.
My name is Michal Dyson (her/she) and I am a poet living in the Philly area. I recently earned an MFA in Creative Writing from Rosemont College and was the recipient of the school's MFA Alumni Award for showing exemplary knowledge in my specialty (poetry). I write poetry on subjects such as identity, femininity, race, coming-of-age, sexuality, and the black experience.
You can find Michal on IG @mynameismichal_
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