Born during a thunderstorm, in a field
under the name of a Roman muse,
patroness of the ninth month of
pregnancy, a name she never chose
to identify with, or liked.
She was brought into this world
with many siblings to protect her
from their mother’s wrath;
they would hide her in a closet,
and take the brunt of several beatings.
At sixteen she fell in love with
a man named Frank. He waited for her
to grow up, away from the music and
dancing, in the driveway of her house.
When she turned eighteen, her father
woke her to go to school, but she defied
him, “No. I am going to marry Frank.”
And she did.