Mommy worries about me,
she told me so. 

she’s anxious about the anger.
a flat-out fury started down deep,
bubbling up and spilling out
from all my private, female, parts.
she worries
and she’s not wrong.
i feel my bloodstream boiling,
the righteous heat of rage
floods all the chambers of my heart.
but I say

bless it.
bless my heart.
fuck it –

my heart hasn’t hardened.
in fact, i feel the furious beating
get faster by the second. 
my ventricles and veins
get to oozing venom 
so it trickles off my vicious tongue.
i can taste cantankerousness and copper.
i can’t keep it down anymore

and it makes my Mommy worry.