a gentle reminder
Moving is Time (will be folded into a mini-zine) 3 2016
On the subject of love we all know how to write, but nobody knows how to read.
Yerkes Observatory, Morehouse’s comet, C/1908 R1 (Morehouse). Three exposures showing great changes in the tail between September 20, October 1, and October 2, 1908.
I put my make up on as war paint
Striding into gendered combat
A fight for my rights against
Restraints around a constricted identity
Labelling the able incapable
A toxic mantra that turns our strength flaccid.
Your validation is our suffocation.
My confidence has consequence,
Spitting out saliva from your tongue
You shoved it down my throat so forcefully
Taking advantage of my liberalism,
Misuse of my trust and sexual positivity.
That now suffocates my ovaries, unable to produce the fruit of femininity.
The skin I bare invites you to stare,
An uninvited touch and a whisper in my ear,
You viewed my promiscuity as a promise
Sexual consent seemingly superfluous
I am not ashamed for my performance
Dancer from a young age,
I have learnt to adore us.
My body and soul, we are a unity,
Just because you see one you choose to see through me
My personality has a power of invisibility
Do not cheapen me
My motivation is not to be desired
I am more than an object of your affection
I am a statute erected upon a pedestal.
That you cannot reach
My female qualities are untouchable
Sanctimonious in my struggle.
And active in my activism.
I see strong sisters question themselves,
Play a blame game as you place them on shelves,
More disposable than the fashion you wear,
You claim to be in gods image
But our body is art
We are reflected in nature
Our folds are found in flowers
Cherished curves in contoured valleys.
You made them nothing
In their own self perception
Made them believe they are something short of perfection.
My sisters have limitless power within them,
From many religions, race and origins we stem.
Your conventional close mindedness
Causes exclusivity and erasure
Wonderful women are not from a mould,
Your sex does not set your identity,
When gender is a separate entity.
I am a woman and I am proud.
Unapologetically female.
I am more powerful than this society,
We are better than you ever let us be.
How dare you fucking question me.