Virgo, Virginis

By: Samiya Rasheed

Start small
the changes we swore to in
resplendent troths, without vision because
I burst forth from childhood
flat chested frail wristed pinions
not yet grown: all down
and yielding. So told do not fly
breaths are secondary to hiding
we know
    we know
    who sanctioned
this artless surgery — of
stretch marks and underwire
fear. That somehow freedom
is a fault my own
    tend or trample
    your suburban flowers, the sacred
    distance between
thigh to thigh
    we were already ashamed
    to begin with