Even though I don’t ever plan on letting anyone hear it,
I think about that poetry video from class… .
I let the words shape themselves hard on my tongue.
I let my hands pretend to be punctuation marks
that slash, and point, and press in on each other.
I let my body finally take up all the space it wants.
I toss my head, and screw up my face,
and grit my teeth, and smile, and make a fist,
and every one of my limbs
is an actor trying to take center stage.
— Elizabeth Acevedo, from “”Holding a Poem in the Body,” The Poet X (HarperTeen, March 6, 2018)