We are always here, now, in power.

03/04/17

I write this today as an unmuted proclamation of my sovereignty, so I ask that you remember me as I am,
Now.
                   For I am words beyond binary, I will not bow to your sentiments
                   To-day.
My spine will be stood straight as if not made to be folded between the heart and pelvis of a man, I was not moulded of you.

Womyn-hood,
Is still a balancing act enough and I am exhausted beyond reason,

So do not ask me here, now, why I set boundaries around this body used as void -- space to be taken up --
In exchange for flesh more resilient than what you speak of me
And do not ask,
Why I choose my flesh over your liberties -- I spit on the conforming carcass you've formed on my inhabitance

You don't get it.

Forgive yourself your trespasses for I already have, and do not worry about my everything soft,
Womyn-ly  is permanently etched in my experiences in insecurity of negra privileges
Do not pity me               to-day.

I was not designed whole for human perversion,
Not this time.

When I speak it is out of need to fill my lungs with my own voice for the first time,
                     Before I may rest in my power, robbed from me long ago, I had forgotten my own echos
Voids lack in my own particles,
But not anymore
I know how to be full again, and I will not be reduced             to-day,

For I am wrath beyond binary, generations of exasperated awaiting brimstone be granted by foremothers before me,
and you know,

You know
My temper has always been fire enough, and you tremble in the aftershock of mother(s)-fuckers ready to settle in their power
Know I mean large, know I mean a force to be reckoned with, understand meaning in context

Understand
Me,
as I explain the context of a heaving bosom, means I am ready to pounce on my prey
and
Pray,
That you may make it out alive,
To-night.

You don't get it,
You don't understand rebuke in places made to be taken up by a presence outside of its own self,

You don't get it,
I will not spread for you today when you will only leave the taste of my regrets on my flesh.

I am sure that I can exist without a man there to witness me
I can be joy, and love,
Without a man there to witness me,
                                                        I am sure of it, certain in fact.

How have you convinced yourself of the contrary, you have never been so powerful abiding in binaries,

Who told you

Engendering was your strength when wombs are ours
You don't get it.
But I will not be made fool for you, risk tooth and nail for truth to dawn on you,
Not                        to-day,

Not now, I have finally found a space inside my void for this power to take up and I was always present in my own flesh

Despite your handles to the contrary
So forgive yourself these trespasses, as your mothers have forgiven you, and those before you

And I attempt to do the same for you, for my own sake
It was never about you

This is my power. Here, now, not to be taken by the likes of your self-proclaimed dominance
I will not bend to your sentiments
To-day.

And may womynhood rest in its power,

Now.

Always.

Always

In power.