
self-advocacy
by Janine Carmel
“[Self-Advocacy] was born the first time a suspected changeling tried to run away before anyone could kill him.” - Mel Baggs, “The Meaning of Self-Advocacy”
my mother & father don’t respond to my calls;
they hit me to stop my crying
or stick me with a hot poker.
they say i’m allergic to iron
but i can bleed without my tongue swelling.
i kick and thrash
when they try to throw me
into a blazing hearth.
i bite their hands when they offer me
meals cooked in eggshells.
i could swallow it but
wouldn’t that cut my throat?
often, i overhear them calling me
a “changeling.”
meaning: not “theirs.”
meaning: not wanted
alive.
but, here i am: alive & someone else’s.
i will go
and find my true family in the woods.
and i will run, calling, to them.
and they will be able to hear my hands.
Janine Carmel lives and works in the Pacific Northwest. Their poetry explores queer, Jewish, and disabled ontologies through time. Janine’s poetry has been published by Aliz magazine (now discontinued). Find them @orchidmira on Twitter.