Challenge: Use a random word generator to come up with 10 words to use in your poem. (The words that popped up for me today are: rhetoric, payment, root, scenario, spider, magazine, walk, shiver, contempt, copy.)
I would like, at last, to acknowledge the debt I created with all of this relentless rhetoric. Rooted in my childhood as a girl, I’ve explored every scenario of impotence assigned me, and my words (black widow spiders) have webbed the delicate cuts men’s magazines etch into our female bodies. But even so, by ten I couldn’t walk. I shivered in my bed, aching. Then, fifteen, my girlfriends expressed contempt for every thing intellectual until I became this mere copy of woman: plastic, smiling, with blue eyes that close when you put me down.