Is it with the strength of my own two hands that I crush the bountiful flowering petals waiting in the outstretched palms of the women who I love? Does my towering ambition silently decay their humanity— their desire to reach for anything beyond my hips? Tell me— is there a way to unclench my fists from around your lungs? A way for my riotous echo to be silenced? Even if a cure existed for this malady I’m not sure that I would ever stick around to see it.
There is power in knowing that I can disappear as quickly as I came That I don’t need you need you There is power in holding interest cause I can lose it as fast as I found you Being a magical woman means I can vanish before your eyes at the first sight of wavering My body miraculous there is power in my smile
On a green leaf For frogs Illuminated by the surface under There she sits on A part A piece I looked as a picture Dazing wondrously and scouring with pairs My sandals my feet my hands All my fingers and nails My ears My toes of ten and legs Knees and my shoulders The missing piece or so i thought under The afterthought Full of doubters For the plants grew all tall None could be any taller Dazzling danglers A field under the stars.
Girly willed as am I Which could not seem possible Acceptance aches Belief breaks Even the words I speak, write or sing, (Shall I Hear it...) over there it only echos against the busy chatter and travels back home Clogs ******* Reminding me that a life can be extinguished with mere disbelief. Disbelief and ignorance another pair... Girly willed as I am Nodding behind books Fiction, fiction, fiction They neigh So here I go... Thankful prayer as it did happen to us.. And all of it did That it was I who did it.
Fuels of her pair by flying passion and wild innocence Now... A human being Limitless like the others Why don't they not see? The rest, the stops, The same scene, there is exactly the same scene...of falls. If they just went out and did it, for a stretch and a walk, Just grow out of leaves, be the branches printed of feathery crease Because I am girly willed Golden meadows lost to become treasure. Fearless of rags she is as I am, Laying afloat of the clouds, linen skies, seas and drifting through the weightless sand Fearless forever.
As women we are conditioned to love what breaks us Because unconditional love isn’t a skill to be cultivated, It’s an expectation we so painfully fill.
As women we are told that there is meaning in our silence. That our beauty lies within what stays untold, That our voices limit our inherent value.
As women we must mold ourselves Into one of a hundred cookie cutter Versions of the same person that We deem an acceptable form of femininity. They tell us that this is our identity When really it’s a way to make ourselves Palatable.
As women we must apologize for conformity And we must apologize for breaking away. The female population lacks the luxury Of confidence without judgement Because we fear it won’t make us as simple.
As women we are tailored to please the world. The burden we carry aches with all of the moments We wish we could have done something different and didn’t. I am tired of the rules. I am tired of the chains.
This is more political than my poems usually are but whatever