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 Mar 2013 Micheal Wolf
Brittany J
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 Mar 2013 Micheal Wolf
Brittany J
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To question things
We've never asked;
But where do we find
Questions
To  answer things
We've always known?
 Mar 2013 Micheal Wolf
Brittany J
The seas of pain whine
Bashing into crags of doubt
Bones--
The planks that creak upon
Collision
Sea foam fills the
Cracks
The ship is sinking
"Yar she blows!"
The capsize of the soul
 Mar 2013 Micheal Wolf
Brittany J
The crooked smile,
Chipped tooth and loose lips
Obstructing society from
The view of true
Beauty.
If (WO)men are the ones that suffer an exacerbated amount
Of the violence, the ****, the abuse, and everything that comes
with and from struggle and alienation;
it is because of their femininity that men at times
have come to believe that their contributions soften institutions.
That at times throughout history neither capitalism, neoliberalism nor revolutionary experiments like that of Cuba have placed femininity as compatible
with progress or resolution.
In which case femininity must be hidden, silenced, or displaced with no purpose or place to belong.

Thus everyone closely associated with this femininity such as homosexuals, transgendered (WO)men, and "effeminate" males, (ignoring, subverting and negating the lesbian identity because of their gender) have come to be marginalized by a structural system of exclusion.

(WO)men carrying the highest burden for originating the associative distinction

Homosexuals battling to find love by constantly having to assert their masculinity

Transgendered (Wo)men afraid of expressing their through identity.

Lesbians fighting to legitimize their own identity separate from the directives ascribed onto them by virtue of being born women.

Males who are labeled effeminate because of their sympathy toward those who struggle and are alienated.

And every other individual who refuses to deliver to give a marker to their identity and a degree to their femininity.

Hold fast in your femininity and embrace the rancor that society grants you
As a homosexual I speak with you brother and sister, not for you

Realize that our self-ascribed degrees of femininity and identity are as revolutionary and transformative, and thus necessary, as those of Che Guevara, Mohammed Ali, Harriet Tubman, or the Dali Lama.

That because we have decided to embrace our degrees of femininity, problematic to any movement, at one point or another, we have inadvertently decided to align our selves with those who are alienated the most by the systems in which they live.

So that in this way we must make our struggles deliberate and political. Let our degrees of femininity become legitimizing banners of solidarity for anyone who suffers in any corner of the world.
March 10, 2013
 Mar 2013 Micheal Wolf
Chuck
Ian
Kevin
Morgan
One for strength
Two for smiles
Three, my heart
My Holy Trinity
worship, adore, flourish
For my three kids. They mean everything to me!
 Feb 2013 Micheal Wolf
August
I sat down in the shower
It was only a moment, but it felt like an hour
The rain poured down my back
My body was consumed by a panic attack
The water mixed in with the tears that I wept
Overwhelming me from all of the secrets I kept
My sobs a cacophony with the pitter patter of drops
Little black ink stains from my eyes turned to spots
Splattering onto my ankles and my pale clenching hands
I slowly drained away, no longer solid, just sand
A fragile little thing in that shower, I was
Stripped away and torn up, never really
                      
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                                    v
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                                                          *d
© Amara Pendergraft 2013
 Feb 2013 Micheal Wolf
K Mae
I try to be no bother
make only small and sweet
but energy expands in waves
that cannot be discreet
with mouth shut tight  
expression felt
as hobbled crazy
laughs and screams
**from deepest night  
Sand Crane wails despair.
I'm still here where you left me
crumpled on the floor,
ripped an torn
with swirling thoughts
running through my head.

I'm still here where you left me
sore an bruised
can't seem to move.

I'm still here where you left me,
broken,
Sore,
Ripped
torn,
where you left me,
Laying in despair..

Defeated.

(SW)
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