The night of the election, I wrote a letter of apology to my daughter. Last night, after spending most of the day watching and thinking about Dr. Blasey Ford’s testimony, I wrote my first poem. Sadly the letter and the poem share a common theme.
The trust that Evie places
in the very sound of my voice
when I tell her bedtime stories
will not be reciprocated
when she awakes one day
a woman seen by men
who hear her voice
and dismiss her truth as a fairytale.
