There is something odd about these bodies
In it we multi dimensional
I find myself in feminist spaces next to my trans sisters
next to nonbinary bodies
They tell us that we all safe here
That they inclusive here
as long as we keep it relatable
comfortable
They tell us to fit inside they lines
That there is no in between in terms of femininity
Or masculinity
But
There can’t be any finger pointing here
as if yt men be the only perpetrators
and enforcers of this system
They tell us to praise they gods
& their Susan B. ass icons
They promise us that if we wear their pink pussy hats
That if we make our words pretty
Twirl them in roses & vines that they’ll be more
attentive in watching how we die
The point was to always make our deaths easier for them to consume
We not black or women of color here
You can’t bring grievances if it ain’t about able, cis, yt bodies here
We be…
Excuse me.
We are women here
And only that
Until our willfully ignored rage begins to shake shit up
Until we give yall the storms we promised
Until the Mother Earth unborns us by swallowing our bodies
wrapping us in her white roses and vines
Yes. Femininity can create bones too.
Ain’t they pretty to observe before destruction?
I am God created in your image
You say blasphemy but expect black women to be savior
To willfully nail ourselves to a cross
To sacrifice our bodies for the sins of your supremacy
Of your patriarchy
Y'all dreamt us up like this so you can’t deny this holy
So like I said
I be God
This body be sanctified and venerated
This body ain’t protected but is made to protect others
By habit I be your harbinger
Even if it news you don’t wanna hear
What God ain’t honest?
What God is refused her own seed?
