This book was recommended to me by a dear friend, Karen Wong. Mirikitani is the second poet laureate of San Francisco and writes in this collection of her experiences working with women and children who have suffered from abuse, her own life as the daughter of a a single mother and survivor of a WWII internment camp, and much more. I think this part is my favorite:
Some women
live with their arms crossed
to hide shame
hold fear tightly.
Without full measure of light
fruit turns small and bitter.
Some women
like orchards, grow
heartily despite winter,
planted deep
strongly rooted
her seed tendrils stretch, branches spread.
In elegant ripeness
are released leaf, fan, fragrance, fruit.
From "What is Possible"