Not like a newborn, a ruby
or bouquet of daisies.
I wanna be held
till my skin falls like a curtain
of a theater that turns the crowd into
a circus. I wanna be held
as if my tongue’s joined my guts.
I wanna be held
till I sink and my flesh is sucked
in and rooted with the Oaks
which branches once
embraced my shadow.
Author Bio:
Tia Paul-Louis was born in Haiti then moved to Florida at age nine with her parents. She is the youngest of two daughters of a Methodist preacher and has one child. Through many years of battling foreign and old traditions, Paul-Louis finally found stability, comfort, freedom, and a voice through writing, mostly during her early college years in which she switched from a Biology to English/Creative Writing major. Though she first started with lyric and music compositions at age 11, she later felt a deeper connection to poetry and fiction. Inspired by poets such as Maya Angelou, Sylvia Plath, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson and Langston Hughes, Paul-Louis continued with her writing which appeared in several literary magazines such as Ethos Literary Journal. Her themes portray family life, mental health, gender role controversies, and spiritual values. Apart from writing, she enjoys listening to various forms of music, singing, watching animated movies, photography, baking, exploring nature and other aspects of art.