I forget how many have lost themselves When they crashed against my jagged edges They figured they were sailors Until they floundered in the sea that is me
I’ve lost count of all who tried to build here Wanting to tame my wild into domesticity What a lesson in futility Class dismissed
Surely, I am my own ancestor Reliving past traumas All from my many lives While chasing rainbows
My past My present Both running concurrently And I try and try To stick to one timeline
But being human comes with powers We live many lives at once Live and relive The joys and pain
But power isn’t strength Power is raw, unbridled Strength is quiet, insistent And I need both if I’m to make it
What of the celebrations?
Do you remember the full moons, You know, Back in the village When village was not a synonym for poor?
Do you remember When they sat at your feet, Drinking your wisdom for the ages Taking in the very power Of your presence?
Do you remember the joy, The joy of someone dancing around you, Someone basking in the light of your being, Back when we still danced, or basked, Or shined, As in being holy?
Do you remember the prayers, The desperate and cloying prayers Of men who thought they were gods, Who had an inkling of being worshipped before? Oh, how they prayed, They prayed until they wanted to be you, To be worshipped, And they convinced you You were less than And you believed, Because you believed their silly little prayers!
What god doesn’t believe her own power, What god needs to be convinced, And how long does it take to get back, Because we’re all waiting, Bitch! 2 ‘bruary ’19 23:00pm