August 24, 2021
I am standing on a grave that my ancestors dug,
Looking down at those who have been buried,
Those who must pull themselves out of the hole,
They’ve been pushed into. Born into.
Bite the outstretched hand,
It is not there to feed you.
B.A. Bacigal was born in Florida but prefers to associate with Michigan, where she grew up. The last poem she submitted was titled 'seven' and published in the River of Words Anthology in 2015. In the years since then she graduated from high school, college, and grad school, the most recent being an MSt from Oxford, and spent the years reading, writing, and building up the courage to submit again.