We will shame you
From youth,
For what your body can do,
For the red,
For the sin that someone’s God condemned some woman for,
For the legs you sprout,
For the breasts you grow,
Shame,
Shame for the urges,
No matter how natural,
Shame for conceiving
–Analyzing how, when and why,
Shame when you can,
Shame when you can’t,
Shame for a body everyone seems to have their say in,
Their say inside of,
Shame and sin,
Judgement being bestowed,
By laymen
–Everyone has an opinion,
About your body,
Because political the personal has always been,
Your blood is shed and everyone else claims your pain,
Whether you birth,
Or need other arrangements made,
And your rights are not your own,
For they can,
And will be taken away
Author: Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
Twilight

Undersea

The Mold
Imperfect is she,
being others are made of,
Break to mold, mother
You Are My Light
Star, you are my light
Warmth and guidance, still
Resonant, soundless,
In dark of indigo night
You are the gold muse, seraph
Toxins
