A week ago I didn’t know what it felt like to have a knife pushed through my meat, my tendon, to the bone of my right arm. Thank god I am left handed. Sinistrous. Backwards. Inverted. The nuns couldn’t beat it out of me, no, I was strong then as I am strong now, as unbreakable as an oak, as I have always been, no, the nuns can tease away my flesh and show each other my slick bloody bone and I, I, I will still rise.
Art of Julia
Art of Julia