I’m ceded, I’ve stopped being theirs;
\nThe name they dropped upon my face
\nWith water, in the country church,
\nIs finished using now,
\nAnd they can put it with my dolls,
\nMy childhood, and the string of spools
\nI’ve finished threading too.<\/p>\n
Baptized before without the choice,
\nBut this time consciously, of grace
\nUnto supremest name,
\nCalled to my full, the crescent dropped,
\nExistence’s whole arc filled up
\nWith one small diadem.<\/p>\n
My second rank, too small the first,
\nCrowned, crowing on my father’s breast,
\nA half unconscious queen;
\nBut this time, adequate, erect,
\nWith will to choose or to reject.
\nAnd I choose — just a throne.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"