White collared men in pinstripe suits sit casually across from one another,
completely indifferent.
They discuss ways to obtain power and how to silence the opposition.
The opposition being women.
Power being the rights to our own bodies.
These are the men who make laws against abortion to disguise their ulterior motives.
Trump’s America they call it.
Where belittling women is somehow a “trend”,
Where this type of thing has become “okay”.
Where the women’s rights movement has been threatened time and time again.
All of this,
In efforts to silence our war cries.
But here’s the thing about us that even history seems to have forgotten.
We Are Women.
Our mothers have been crafting our battle armour since before we were born.
Gave it to us the day we were first interrupted in the middle of a sentence.
They told us to be brave, to be bold, to be unapologetic.
To speak our truth and remain strong even when we feel utterly defeated.
You see,
We don’t really do submissive.
Won’t sit back and let you do as you please.
Rather,
we’ll continue to challenge your authority.
Make you wish you kept your laws off our bodies in the first place.
To those who continue to undermine our capability,
I say to you this.
This body, is my own.
This body, is power.
In fact,
I don’t blame you for being afraid.
Because you and I both know that this body is capable of things so extraordinary that only God Himself can envision them.
You can try to silence us,
To take away our voice.
But we will only grow stronger,
Grow louder.
Angrier.
You will hear us
And you will listen.
My body,
My rules.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
I'm losing pieces of myself in places I don't know my way back to.
I often wonder who I once was,
what it was like to be something other than an barren land.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
home-like body,
could never find a suitable tenant who wished to stay there.
they often complained about the heating.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
i wonder where your heart lies.
have a feeling it lays upon the ocean floor,
waiting for someone like me.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
i am an abandoned house with too many windows.
fragile frame.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
my heart is a treasure chest-
so valuable, pirates and sailors alike would risk their lives trying to
find it.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
Hidden behind transparent looking glasses,
she chases red rabbits with ticking hands.
When she nears them,
she feels the wings beneath her bones awakening from their chronic slumber and her hands suddenly burn with the memory of what it’s like to familiarize.
Empty mailboxes and ink stained fingers;
her eyes furiously avoid the image of her palms.
One pair will never be enough.
The door to her conscious transforms into an empty battlefield.
Listen close and hear only the tangled whispers of her former lovers,
for it was they who birthed this war beneath her skin.
Angst trickles slowly into her chest,
filling the new found void.
She had learned to love her temple.
Saw a friendly face every time she encountered her reflection;
understood why it was important to reach this nirvana first.
But like the fostered youth,
there are only so many times one can take back their unwanted pieces without losing them all entirely.
Blue heart beating silently,
she awaits the season where all her colours will change.
Fall.
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
hypocrisy is something that comes easy to me.
often feel the words falling out of my mouth but never taste what they mean.
lips know exactly what words to whisper when tear stained cheeks and broken pieces appear;
spent years formulating the right kind of glue to put them back together.
i find myself throwing out a never ending supply of lifesavers,
without even a cloud of thought to what might happen to my small boat with all this extra weight.
sometimes, little holes emerge on the worn down wood,
and suddenly all my passengers jump ship.
stuck figuring out how to fix them on my own,
most often they are covered up with only bandages.
every so often, my procrastination becomes bad karma and we both sink.
thoughts heavy like an anchor, my body lies contently on the ocean floor.
water filling my lungs like the feeling of giving in fills my frame.
self love is the biggest storm i’ve ever had to deal with.
lost at sea since i was ten years old,
it was then that i became acutely aware the space i took up.
had rolling hills occupying places where my best friend had only plains
and my smaller self never really felt small.
fast forward to the present,
where i’m often not present because i have made myself little in the only way i could.
now made up of whispered opinions and avoided eye contact,
i wonder if my younger self would smile at the thought of being slight.
i can teach you how to be content with yourself.
i can talk you through the motions.
i can tell you that i wouldn’t change a thing about you and mean it.
i can love everyone but myself.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
i've been lying here for what seems like forever.
eyes shut tight, fists balled, i thought it would go away.
memories of yesterday reappearing behind my eyelids.. sleep was supposed to be my friend.
the one to take away all of my problems and comfort me until i felt myself again.
i suppose sleep failed me too.
it failed to take away the hurt and the pain;
visions of you, wrapped around her like the promise that still envelops my ring finger..
i am afraid.
for i know, if i'm brave enough to peek through my eyelashes,
i would not see you laying there.
this is all your fault.
if i could have one wish, it would be to time travel.
i would go back to that day under that tree..
what kind was it again??
oh yeah, an apple tree.
i can picture all the fallen apples just laying there,
some bruised, some half eaten, others just completely destroyed.
you know, i kind of feel like those apples.
unwanted, damaged.. not really fulfilling my purpose.
somehow i understand.
they too were once picked out among all others,
chosen over every other option
and then suddenly, thrown back.
**YOU PICKED ME YOU IDIOT.
YOU CHOSE, ME!**
(why was it so easy for you to throw me back)
take a deep breath.
can you feel that?
the warm sun bursting through your window?
you have been given a new kind of warmth.
the spot next to you, the one he once occupied,
is now painted a beautiful yellow,
no trace of grey to be seen.
open your eyes darling,
for today is a new day.
and it's all YOURS.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC