I remember being called slow is a poem written by Ma. Elena Yusay and shared with The Ugly Writers
Slow… a word that defined me,
that continues to haunt my being.
Slow… a word ingrained in every shard
of my psyche and my body.
Slow… a word equated with empty skulls
filled with dust and mold.
Slow… a word unworthy of praise
in a society of rushed blue sheets.
Slow… a word entwined with poppycock
to disguise insults to my intellect.
Slow… a word sashaying with stillness
as I plead for oxygen in timed races.
Slow… a word despised by people
born with quicksilver wits and grits.
Slow… a word befriending tears
that fill the dank caves of my soul.
Slow… will this word be included in my epitaph?
