Featured Post: Stone Butch Blues – M.A. Morris

(paying for your butch ego)

The fragility of the butch ego
To which we are slave,
Must be soothed by us,
Whispered to and petted,
In private,
As well as public,
So they can strut,
Cock of the walk.

Should their ego be slightly scratched,
A minor scratch that should be paid for by
Lips and tongue and sweet words,
Yet such currency is deemed unacceptable, rejected.
And so we must pay the price.
Have our own selves bound and lashed
By that stone butch cruelty,
Containing not a thing we crave.
Our every flaw memorized, learned by rote,
Recited daily,
As if a lamentation and a prayer
Were needed
To remind us of the
Imperfections of hip and thigh,
Of eye, nose, lips, and face,
Of breast and belly.
And before long, even of mind and soul.
Soon we become,
Not enough.
Our totality,
Added up
And blessed
Within the filthy
Ropes of our shortcomings,
No artistry within the knots.
—-All utilitarian in their purpose.

After you are gone,
One dear friend
Should hold a picture up to us,
A challenge to look.
Us, anew.
Nothing is different.
Yet we see not the list of imperfections
You used as a balm to your crackling, preening ego.

Now, that which was long missing has returned.
A fire kindled in the eyes.
Mischief and kindness curl the lips.
And life, glorious life, shines below the surface of skin.
I did gladly sacrifice the fire,
The mischief, the humor and kindness,
The life beneath the surface of the skin
To shroud and cradle
Your precious crystalline, fragile ego
So it would not break.
My diminished self, the glue
Which held the broken, chipped
Edges of your ego together.
Thus, you could assure yourself
Of your right to bluster
And strut in cockiness,
Telling yourself and me
I was lucky to have you
As you turned your face to the wind
And let your hair whip behind you.

Now, I place that pony tail
In the bottom of my jewelry box,
Laid to rest like so many things.

As you wait for me,
Think of me renewed,

I am a retired teacher, enjoying said retirement.  I have been active in the gay and lesbian community since I threw away my Ken doll at the age of four.

You can read more of my writing at Hearing The Mermaids Sing

Christine’s Daily Writing Prompt: Stone Butch Blues – Leslie Feinberg

Throughout the month of September, Christine will be providing a daily writing prompt based on the title of a well-regarded book where the main character is a lesbian or a woman exploring her sexual identity. You certainly don’t need to be a lesbian or even a woman to participate, nor does your response piece need to be written from a lesbian perspective.  These are designed to inspire you to write a poem, prose piece, or a piece of flash fiction in 30 minutes or less.

The only rule is that you use the book title as your piece title OR integrate all the words in the title into your piece somehow

If you would like to have your piece considered for publication on Brave and Reckless and/or Whisper and the Roar, email your prompt inspired pieces to Christine at her.red.pen.wordsmithing@gmail.com.

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  • # the title of the daily theme
  • #SmittenBookChallenge
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You can also share your response pieces in the comments below the Daily Prompt.

Stone Butch Blues