i was nine, under a sycamore tree
legs crossed, my short skirt showed my knees
my mother drew them together, correcting me
"sit like a girl" she said curtly
how do girls sit, ma?
Straight-backed and focused
chin high with ambition
spines bent, hair unkempt
very, very awake
they weight is invisible
they weight is invisible
it is felt but never seen
how do girls sit, ma?
she didn't know. she never did
i do
we sit like we understand
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