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Breaking Tradition
by Janice Mirikitani (1978)
For my daughter

My daughter denies she is like me,
her secretive eyes avoid mine.
She reveals the hatreds of womanhood
already veiled behind music and smoke and telephones.
I want to tell her about the empty room
of myself.
This room we lock ourselves in
where whispers live like fungus,
giggles about small breasts and cellulite
where we confine ourselves to jealousies,
bedridden by menstruation.
The waiting room where we feel our hands
are useless, dead speechless clamps
that need hospitals and forceps and kitchens
and plugs and ironing boards to make them useful.
I deny I am like my mother. I remember why:
She kept her room neat with silence,
defiance smothered in requirements to be otonashii;
passion and loudness wrapped in an obi,
her steps confined to ceremony,
the weight of her sacrifice she carries like
a foetus. Guilt passed on in our bones.
I want to break tradition -- unlock this room
where women dress in the dark
Discover the lies my mother told me.
The lies that we are small and powerless
that our possibilities must be compressed
to the size of pearls, displayed only as
passive chokers, charms around our neck.
Break Tradition.
I want to tell my daughter of this room
of myself
filled with tears of shakuhachi,
the light in my hands,
poems about madness,
the music of yellow guitars--
sounds shaken from barbed wire and
goodbyes and miracles of survival.
This room of open window where daring ones escape

My daughter denies she is like me
her secretive eyes are walls of smoke
and music and telephones,
her pouting ruby lips, her skirts
swaying to salsa, Madonna and the Stones,
her thighs displayed in carnivals of color.
I do not know the contents of her room.
She mirrors my aging.

She is breaking tradition.

2007-09-29 11:06:58 · 2 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities Poetry

2 answers

The mother KNOWS that everything that SHE has lived, her daughter will ALSO live. the pains and joys of Being a woman, giving birth, raising the children, reaching middle age, old age and growing infirm are those things that lock her to her daughter. Yet when SHE was the age her dauther is now, she too hid herself away and tried to ignore the things that all women have in common. The Mother can SEE the similarities but the daughter is destined to NOT see them until SHE'S the mother dealing with HER daughter.

BB,
Raji the Green Witch

2007-09-29 14:22:33 · answer #1 · answered by Raji the Green Witch 7 · 5 0

Janice Mirikitani

2016-09-28 05:13:57 · answer #2 · answered by ? 4 · 0 0

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