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Grad School

wild tongues cannot be tamed, they can only be cut out. – Gloria Anzaldúa

Grad school meant learning
the art of biting my tongue
shaping my mouth correctly
so only the right words exited lips.

Grad school meant descending
into shame when the right books
hadn’t been read and apologizing
for my unsophisticated taste.

Grad school meant learning not to care
learning to deny the shame and proudly proclaim
that I read and listen to silenced voices
and I don’t have time to care about
the “right” books.

Grad school meant learning
that the only way to silence
wild tongues is to rip them out
and to dare them to try it with me.

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