Borne of the waters
By

Jude Kyrie

Even before I existed
I was part of the ancient seas.
That primordial mix
Salty and teaming
with the origins of all life.

Now after countless eons have passed.
I walk outside of its briny boundaries.
My feet still pulled by it's presence
Pulling me to it farthest depths.
As I step into the edges
of its wet sand.
I hear her whisper
in salted winds.

Come back to me,
Come back my child
to your mother.
You are mine
and I am yours.

I belong to the sea
She is my blood.
The wavelets
are my heartbeat.
The seagrass my veins.

Nothing ever ends.
come back to us.
the gulls cry from above.
Only new beginnings exist
Only new life.

You belong to me
She pulses
from her mighty depths.
I am your eternal mother.

Breathe your air
Sing in the sunlight of earth.
But return to me.
Remember my son
You belong to the sea

When you look at her
and her tangled dam of string
what do you think of her?
do you think she's beautiful?
with her swollen red lips,
messed up hair,
half lidded eyes,
Do you love her in that moment?

When you look at him
on top of you
eyes lingering hungrily over your body
do you think he's perfect?
do you see his bright eyes and
know that this
is the only man for you?
Do you feel the love when
he traces his
fingers over your thighs
and
tells you he'll take care of you?
Do you
love him when
he leaves you sleeping?

Do you think they're beautiful?

I am not property to be had.
I am a person
a young woman at that.
My **** isn’t a landing strip for your hands.
My ******* aren’t magnets for your eyes
I wasn’t born for your pleasure.
I am not working my way through life
shaking my hips.
my eyelashes will never bat baseballs
in your direction.
I am a young woman,
please respect me and my pride.

I am a flower
Pedals moving in the night wind.
Leaves falling to the ground.
Kissed by the moon.
Grounded deep in relief.
Roots outstretched.
Yearning to hold onto something.
I am a flower.
Flourishing and growing.
I am soft and sorry.
I am delicate and vulnerable.
I am a flower.
pedals moving in the night wind.

God has forgotten to care
God has forgotten that somewhere
Down here
There are children crying into their pillow
Hoping to smother the demons clawing at their eyes
God has forgotten to see that somewhere
There is a girl who has insecurities like wings that fly her into the abyss of loneliness
God had forgotten that his children are knee deep in sorrow and hatred
God has forgotten to care because he is too busy watching friends’ reruns in SpongeBob underwear and an espresso pressed to his lips.
God has forgotten to care that our first instinct is fire
Words in our mouths are like loaded guns pressed to our temple
Acid pours with the rain
Burning the ground
Sodden with footprints of the weary
God has forgotten that people are only people.
When we ask where god is
The answer is “listening to a nirvana mix tape, getting high enough to stomp on the world”
Letting his big toe crush our spirits
And his athlete’s foot is giving us rashes
God doesn’t ******* care
God has forgotten how to.
We are our only hope.
Salvation for ourselves, because god is gone.
He left with Jesus to go to palates
The only way that we will live is to remember to care.

And then
In a single moment
You were the oxygen I breathe
I found it hard to believe
That I might die without your touch
Just your presence and your scent
Was more than enough
But a tiny drop of your love
Could never be too much