Frankenstein [Poetry]

This is a poem by Jenny McBride. 

Frankenstein

When I volunteer at the clinic

It means standing outside as a buffer

Between patients and protesters

Between young women accompanied by mothers

And older men with their god’s image.

Book in my pocket, Frankenstein

Tells the tale of one abandoned

By its sickened creator

Shunned by humankind

Til its injury erupts into violence.

“Why did you bring me into this world?”

Mary Shelley

Would your mother

Have seen what I see

And thought of a better way

To break down the patriarchy?


Jenny McBride’s writing has appeared in Star 82 Review, The Rappahannock Review, Green Social Thought, Streetwise, Conclave, and other journals.  She makes her home in the rain forest of southeast Alaska.

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