Tag: the name of the rose
I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Theirs—
I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Theirs— The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country church Is finished using, now, And They can put it with my Dolls, My childhood, and the string of spools, I’ve finished threading—too— Baptized, before, without the choice, But this time, consciously, of Grace— Unto supremest name— Called…
Personal Mythology: Beauty and the Beast
Journal Date: February 2, 2021 In contrast to the first myth I wrote about, my second (and earlier one) is much more fun. As a little girl, my favorite movie was Beauty and the Beast. I was literally obsessed with Belle (though I wouldn’t call her my favorite princess– for the purpose of this exercise,…