Plan to spend some time with this poem by Hannah Hamilton and corresponding artwork by Kelly Louise Judd. Each numbered section of this poem brings readers in closer and closer to the speaker–an intimate and detailed exposure to experiences many of us relate to in one way or another. The poem’s speaker talks of adolescence, her heritage, and how she is affected by gender.
Sometimes when men talk to me, I wonder
if the rifles are behind their backs or if
the bullets are resting on their tongues
hidden by their bared white teeth.
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