What Happened to My Anger? by Janice Gould

What happened to my anger?
It was rounded up
and removed
to a camp, or
it went into self-exile,
or
it painted itself white.
Now it goes into the world
with a happy face.

What happened to my anger?
It turned itself into a worm
coiled in my belly.
It formed into a mass of cold cells
attached to my spleen.
It became this wound
in my hand.

What happened to my anger?
It became a eunuch
and laid itself down on the divan
before the flickering t.v.
It drowned its sorrow in vacuity,
went to the kitchen in search of food,
prepared many meals,
cleaned the toilet
the catbox, the car,
the carpet.
It has not
worn itself out.

It has not become obedient,
but dumb.

From: Gould, Janice. “What Happened to My Anger?” Frontiers: A Journal of Women Studies, vol. 12, no. 3, 1992, pp. 152–153. JSTOR, www.jstor.org/stable/3346647.

Date: 1992

By: Janice Gould (1949-2019)

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