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      November 4, 2016#CarryThatWeightJennifer Jean

      Columbia senior Emma Sulkowicz has been hauling her own dorm mattress around campus every day [because] the student she says raped her is still free to attend the school without formal consequences.
      —Slate

      My mom was broken by five
      or six guys one dawn before I was born.
      So that’s gotta be the weight of
      a king. & she carries that. Carried that
      right past the Hollywood police station on Burbank around noon.
       
      I consider carrying our queen-sized around our apartment
      like those “Students for Emma!” from around the globe.
      But I’m just a weaker
      upper body.
       
      I take on my daughter’s futon.
      My mom got it for her at Ikea. It’s a lightweight.
      & the idea
      is to lug it for about an hour. At home.
      Write as I go. Some kind of science, some kind of art.
      In order
      to relate.
       
      My daughter moves stuffed dogs & pigs off her quilt,
      helps me slide the pony-colored twin onto my spine.
      She makes me a tortoise.
      She takes pictures, Smile. Smile.
       
      Smile. I don’t
      think I can bear it a minute. It’s hers.
      My daughter’s, my mother’s, all
      the grand hers.
       
      & I won’t
      where I teach. I teach
      so I’d mulled hauling it to the University. But
      taking on a big thing like that? Sweating, bending
       
      under that?
      You know what lives under a bed.
      All the weight
       
      of my frame thumps the ground in the kitchen
      as I dump the thing,
      hard. My daughter rolls on it, giggles. My pen’s gone, &
       
      my mom was broken by five
      or six guys one dawn before I was born.

      from #53 - Fall 2016

      Jennifer Jean

      “I believe poetry is a means to real healing, compassion, and change. To these ends, I’ve been teaching Free2Write poetry workshops to sex-trafficking and labor-trafficking survivors so they can tell their stories their way. I believe it is with non-traditional, often vulnerable writers that poetry’s true power can be realized. I was once very vulnerable—I lived in foster care from seven months to seven years old—during and after which I experienced my share of objectification. Poetry helped me contain, explore, and digest these traumatic incidents. My hope is that poetry can help my Free2Write students do the same. My hope is that through this writing Americans can know there’s an awful quick slide from objectification to war, bigotry, and even modern-day slavery.”