They say I’m a beast
And feast on it
When all along I thought that’s what a woman was
They say I’m a bitch
Or witch
I’ve claimed the same and never winced
They say I’m a macha, hell on wheels,
viva-la-vulva, fire and brimstone,
man-hating, devastating,
boogey-woman lesbian
Not necessarily, but I like the compliment
The mob arrives with stones and sticks
to maim and lame and do me in
All the same, when I open my mouth
they wobble like gin
Diamonds and pearls
tumble from my tongue
Or toads and serpents
Depending on the mood I’m in
I like the itch I provoke
The rustle of rumor
like crinoline
I am the woman of myth and bullshit
(True, I authored some of it)
I built my house of ill repute
Brick by brick
Labored, loved and mason-ed it
I live like so
Heart as sail, ballast, rudder, bow
Rowdy
Indulgent to excess
My sin and success—
I think of me to gluttony
By all accounts I am
a danger to society
I’m Pancha Villa
I break laws,
upset the natural order,
anguish the Pope and make fathers cry
I am beyond the jaw of law
I’m la desperada, most-wanted public enemy
My happy picture grinning from the wall
I strike terror among the men
I can’t be bothered what they think
Que se vayan a la ching chang chong!
For this, the cross, the Calvary
In other words, I’m anarchy
I’m an aim-well,
shoot-sharp,
sharp-tongued,
sharp-thinking,
fast-speaking,
foot-loose,
loose-tongued,
let-loose,
woman-on-the-loose
loose woman
Beware, honey
I’m Bitch Beast Macha
Wachale!
Ping! Ping! Ping!
I break things
Sandra Cisneros
I’ve heard this read one time before but I can’t quiet remember where. Either way I love this poem. It’s fun, it’s strong, it doesn’t care what others think, it’s uncompromising, it’s just really really great.