on this eclipsed night
i feel very aware of my senses
the cold of the blunt smoke dancing across my lips
Nina’s voice bringing life to my eardrums
just like a womyn
the silk of sheets on skin
the resting of my eyelids
relaxed and free
the feel of tongue on teeth
tracing swirls and shapes
the glow of the moon
peaking her way past window panes
feeling my body slightly contorted diagonally across the bed
and i think to myself…
i must look beautiful right now
if you leave this earth knowing one thing know this;
[THE PUSSY IS A SUPREME BEING]
The Pussy is beautiful
powerful
a phenomena
despite the history of shaming forced upon us
we are taking The Pussy back
call the cunts out of the shadows and into the sun
to be respected as goddesses
The Pussy is ingrained in the key for liberation
so fear not the power of The Pussy
embrace her
love her
give her what she needs
and bash back on any unwanted invaders
because if you leave this earth knowing one thing know this;
in a world of patriarchy and penis praise
The Pussy
will always
reign supreme
it’s true that i am a muddle of contradictions
and a palette of contrasting colors
it’s true that all the history i learned up to age eighteen was bullshit
just like the rest of my wonder years of education
it’s true it’s easier for me to lie than be vulnerable
and break hearts than be heartbroken
it’s true shadows from my childhood still haunt me
and present themselves in the worst of nightmares
it’s true my pride gets in the way…sometimes
and i struggle with ridding ego
it’s true my body has been bruised and swollen
by hands i should have been able to trust
it’s true i’ve been beaten into submission
and learned at seven, the police aren’t there to help
unless you fit onto a very narrow list of privilege
it’s true i have gotten by on my whiteness
and for years, didn’t even notice
but learned how to check
and deconstruct
…still learning
it’s true i am a product of capitalist conditioning
and a commodity of labour
it’s true i had breasts when i was eight
and my period when i was eleven
and suffered the consequences of both
it’s true i have fallen in love
a few times
most of which have ended badly
but i grew
evolved
it’s true art has the strength
to move mountains
and we have more power than we think
it’s true i am a communist
a warrior artist
for the revolution
it’s true my vagina is a temple
and will never again be treated as anything but sacred
it’s true i like to fuck loudly
and be on top
it’s true i have seen other dimensions
riding on caps and stems
it’s true i’ve walked on rain drops
and danced with the wind
it’s true i like to smoke that green
and lay under city stars
wishing i was a crater on the moon
it’s true i’ve pimped the system
and so should you
it’s true i feel the spirits
of the barefoot gypsies in my family line
who fought to not leave their home for false promises in amerikkka
with the blood of resistance running through my veins
it’s true i love womyn
so profoundly words have yet to be invented
it’s true i admire my mother
because the truth is, she tried her best
with what this society allows for a sweet womyn stripped of self-esteem
it’s true community is everything
and i surround myself with the best
spaces that make magic happen
on the regular
it’s true we survive more than we live
and the people have the right to bash back
and it’s true we can get free
and settle these contradictions
the rhythm of your breath is soothing
twirling in
dancing out
intoxicating
the patterns of your shadow
as we walk back from the corner store
bold
yet gentle
eccentric
your soul is art
as it spits beautiful, righteous poetry to mine
with nothing more than a glance
in the direction of the sun
i want to breathe you in
and have you settle in my sinuses
like incense smoke
or trees
i want to spend all day celebrating your creation
be introduced to all the nooks and every cranny
paint shapes on your body
with the brightest of colors
to match your smile
your love is the power of the planets
aligned
perfectly
i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again
…
you move me
there’s no better feeling than walking outside lifted as the sun with the desire to take the long way home
love connects
the most beautiful of hearts
stitched with laughter
the power to mend
the wounds brought about by this life
we’re rooted in the soil
with blossoms reaching for the sky
like your hands whispering to mine
i get high off the atmosphere
and your smile
i think of you
sister
with a heart wide open
eyes fixed on your beauty
strength
sunbeams gleaming through the pores of your skin
illuminating the lioness in your soul
they fear our love
attempt to banish
patriarchy
competition
…….
we are a conspiracy
a revolution
sisterhood is powerful
healing
and together
we’re a force of nature
