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If My Body Could Speak (Button Poetry) If My Body Could Speak by Blythe Baird
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“Even though trauma has a way of
becoming the wallpaper of my head,

watch me drag the art
out of my suffering.

Watch me plant seeds down my spine
and bloom into a garden of poetry

from every horrible thing that has ever
happened to me, all the nights my voice
turned to cement and I couldn't say anything-

Watch me build an empire from the ashes
of everything that tried to destroy me.”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“Half daughter,

half apology, all fire and the wrong kind of love.”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“I don’t know how to talk
about the rabbit hole

without accidentally inviting you
to follow me down it.”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“You could literally saw a woman in half

and it would still be called a magic trick.”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“I am embarrassed

instead of proud

of all the mad things I have done

for happiness”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“I am

certain everything is a poem if you catch it

in just the right light”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“I tried to go a whole day pretending

this body is not a memorial of violent memories.”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“You were everything bright

and leaving.”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“We understood the many ways a mother's shame can haunt a daughter's body.”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“Remember:
you did the best you could
in the situation you were in
with the materials you had.”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“come back to the city it was easiest for you to breathe in”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“If your body could speak

would she
forgive you?”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“She swallows knives, then gets angry

when you make her spit them out
and don’t name her magic.”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak
“When your mother kisses you on the scalp, let her. Let your father hug you, hard.”
Blythe Baird, If My Body Could Speak