[it all matters]
**i seek a chain
made of silver
with three black orbs
and a bird facing the sky**
to wrap around my chest
fall between my *******
clasp around my waist
and the back of my neck
to remind me
of my shape
all day
as i move
i am conscious
of a bead here
a tug there
and i am reminded
that i am a
woman
and
i
feel
power
i stand tall
i feel sure
i use my grace
and i wield my weapons
have you not seen
the plumage of
the birds of the sky?
colors
textures
and sounds
m e s m e r i z e
attract
or distract
hide
or reveal
have you not seen
the cuttlefish?
the intelligent
mollusk
and
master of disguise
hiding in the sea?
beauty
and mystery
abound
*oh
that
i knew
the ways of
the cuttlefish
what wonders
i would create*
female /human/
a fairly blank
canvas
unadorned in
color
but for eyes
hair and
skin
no spectacular showing
of plumage
no mysterious
change in texture
or majestic wing
some humans
are aware
of this
(seemingly)
overlooked
pomp and
circumstance
i want more bird
i want more cuttlefish
so i seek a chain
made of silver
*to remind me
of my shape*
i seek paint of
many colors
to adorn my
feet and hands
*i change the color of
my hair with
the wind*
i line my eyes in black
i paint my lips
**if i need warpaint
i shall have it**
if i desire to blend in
then i shall
where can i shine?
where can i glow?
where can i
pattern
myself
like a leopard?
now
i am powerful
because
i am me
now i fit better into
nature because
i am of nature
i am as human as i can get
/i am all animals and all things/
roaring and silent
swift and slow
beautiful and plain
because i am human
i can choose it
because i am human
i create it
because i am human
i am claiming it
and you are my witness
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
[it all matters]
**i seek a chain
made of silver
with three black orbs
and a bird facing the sky**
to wrap around my chest
fall between my *******
clasp around my waist
and the back of my neck
to remind me
of my shape
all day
as i move
i am conscious
of a bead here
a tug there
and i am reminded
that i am a
woman
and
i
feel
power
i stand tall
i feel sure
i use my grace
and i wield my weapons
have you not seen
the plumage of
the birds of the sky?
colors
textures
and sounds
m e s m e r i z e
attract
or distract
hide
or reveal
have you not seen
the cuttlefish?
the intelligent
mollusk
and
master of disguise
hiding in the sea?
beauty
and mystery
abound
*oh
that
i knew
the ways of
the cuttlefish
what wonders
i would create*
female /human/
a fairly blank
canvas
unadorned in
color
but for eyes
hair and
skin
no spectacular showing
of plumage
no mysterious
change in texture
or majestic wing
some humans
are aware
of this
(seemingly)
overlooked
pomp and
circumstance
i want more bird
i want more cuttlefish
so i seek a chain
made of silver
*to remind me
of my shape*
i seek paint of
many colors
to adorn my
feet and hands
*i change the color of
my hair with
the wind*
i line my eyes in black
i paint my lips
**if i need warpaint
i shall have it**
if i desire to blend in
then i shall
where can i shine?
where can i glow?
where can i
pattern
myself
like a leopard?
now
i am powerful
because
i am me
now i fit better into
nature because
i am of nature
i am as human as i can get
/i am all animals and all things/
roaring and silent
swift and slow
beautiful and plain
because i am human
i can choose it
because i am human
i create it
because i am human
i am claiming it
and you are my witness
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