they steer me towards forgiveness
say it’s the more enlightened path
but I’ve no interest to travel there
when I’m still in bed with wrath.
injustice is a feeling
which poisons and tenses the blood
and ages the soul
it is not natural
and so the body rejects it
my favorite painting will always be the sky
sometimes the rain kisses my lips
other times it just slams into them
Advising women how best not to be killed/harmed (i.e which domains they can inhabit and when and how and with whom) constitutes a largely neoliberal response to sexual violence.
unlearning takes time
don’t let your body go outside of the margins honey
it isn’t safe out there
past the approved borders.
some days jewelry is my only armor
When the Women Speak
When the Women speak,
my muscles relax,
my perennially pounding heart slows to a steady rhythm,
and the blood coursing through my veins relinquishes its usual tension.
When the Women speak,
my face softens,
my unconsciously clenched jaw unclenches,
and my whole being grows a little lighter.
When the Women speak,
tears born from my spirit flow to my eyes,
my heart applauds,
and my lips curl into a smile of resonation.
they speak a language I can understand:
one of humanity,
goodness,
and integrity.
When the Women speak,
words arrive intentionally, critically, and thoughtfully;
intellectual prowess interweaves harmoniously with moral currents which prioritize humankind above all else;
and criticisms aimed at rampant corruption and violence flow freely, with enough bite to land, but also enough civility to stay the course.
When the Women speak,
I feel right at home,
think, ‘the good world may be realized yet.’
they are my heroes,
my idols,
my inspirations;
they are my friends, classmates, professors, and kin.
they are my favorite thinkers, writers, politicians, organizers, musicians, and poets.
they are me.
When the Women speak,
the Divine Feminine and I sigh with relief;
Women are our beacons of light in an increasingly dark world,
for, where there is The Feminine, there is hope.
Wuornos
I took in all the information
All the facts of the case
listened to the trials
saw the look on her face
I quietly decided
that she didn’t bother me
Quietly thought
how she should still be free
7 of them
Point blank
There is not much I love more
Than a pale blue winter sky
Fraternizing with a soft pink.
