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.