There is a fundamental hardness
In this body, strapped between my legs.
Feminine energies from within warp
The fragile bounds of reality around me.
But what right do I have with *****
To summon the mother, call myself woman?
Every right.

My peoples told a tale closer to people
Still with connection to the heavens,
Roles for everyone. Gods did not deny
Their existence over time like some do.
But I deny the gods and dogmas and
I'm disenfranchised from my tribe
As a ghost in the machine in the very
Heart of western Christianity's
Destiny.

I get hard. It's not a problem. I cup my
******* in silent reminder with the
Dimmest hope of finding love and family.
Just as my elders, I live and speak at fires
Now write it, too, through ill, darkness in day.
All of the time I put into trying not to die,
It fashions me.

It fashions me.

I write the same words over and over telling
Stories of sadness and anger to outcast strangers.
I traded the ease of violence for pixel and ink,
So please take the words,
Unburden me.

Words rise spinning in
as if plane is Poets mind.
Each word a passenger.
Each phase a family traveling with destination of page tarmac.
Sometimes stanzes linger for tweaking
as if in holding pattern.
And when portal door opens
words scribe upon ground of page.
Glad to be grounded and done scribing home again.
Time where pen is refueled
for another flight of poem to begin.

Power to the writer the one who scribes from heart.
To the one who chooses to use a baronet-like pen to fight
and climb the mountainside of life to share a vision.

Power to the scribe who sings like mockingbirds
To the one who swims gracefully in footsteps of poetic verse
and is willing to release the dark to replace it with light.

Power to the poet who taps into their creative minds
To you ______ who moves as a gift inside path as your guides, higher selves, angels and The Divine applaud.

Poet opens eyes
to scribe many a senryu
Reader is so blessed

Scribe opens hearts
to write many a haiku
Reader is yes blessed.

Reader readies self
to read on and get insight
They as well are blessed.

The tingle of magic
In your fingertips
As your palm flexes
Above the keys

This is your papyrus,
You modern-day scribe

Feel the flow of electricity
Beneath your hands
And release the magic
That lies within