The poem below is an experiment in persona poetry. I love reading persona poetry (and using it to teach students about point of view), but sometimes I find writing persona poetry to be problematic. I think that’s because I’ve put so much time into reminding myself that we all have our own filters and therefore it’s nearly impossible to truly know another’s mind; writing in someone else’s voice can feel presumptuous. However, it is an excellent way to build empathy. Consider the following an attempt to break out of my own filter bubble and to honestly consider how a young woman, newly made very powerful, feels about her father. *Photo Credit on featured image: Michael Vadon
Ivanka Trump, on my father
My father trusts me
He trusts me with the family business
just as much as he trusts my brothers
He trusts me to be in the room
He trusts me to meet with foreign leaders
He trusts that I will be successful
that I will give him good advice
He trusts that I will be respectful
Respectful of my father
Respectful of my husband
Respectful of my chosen religion, in all its beauty
He believes that I am beautiful
I do not understand why others find that creepy
I find it creepy that others obsess over where he places his hands when he greets me,
what he says about my beauty when interviewed:
It is my beauty being discussed
It is my body being discussed
Doesn’t every girl want her father to believe that she is beautiful?
My father believes that he can make America great again
My father believes that I am an example of greatness
And so is my husband
My father believes that I can motivate young women to be successful in business,
as I have been
My father believes that my husband can motivate Jews and Palestinians to negotiate,
to talk to each other as we talk to those we negotiate with
My father believes that we can bring peace
that we can bring prosperity
that we can bring safety
He believes that I am intelligent
that I will help him lead
that I am powerful
He believes that I married well
He trusts my husband
He wants my husband close to him
He wants me close to him
He wants me in D.C.
He wants me near the White House
I want
I want to live in a place where I can walk to see my father
Where my children can go to school and learn about their religion
Where I can pray
With my husband, with my children, with my Temple community
I want to be satisfied and successful
a force for change
a role model to young women
I want my family to grow and prosper
I want my kids to be happy and safe
I want my kids to understand their spirituality
Their religion
My religion
My husband’s religion
Our chosen religion
I want my kids to understand why I sit apart during worship
Why the women sit together, apart from the men
Together in worship
Respectful
Sincere
Praying
I pray
For my family
For my kids
For my husband
For my father
For my country
I sell clothing
I sell jewelry
I sell fashion
I do not sell my soul