May 2018

Why violence

We need safe spaces to play out

Whats been thrust upon us

By ourselves

Through our words

The spells cast with our tongues

using language that was learned

And repeated

That was regurgitated

That we betrayed ourselves with

That we judged with

That I judged myself with

Words that cast down

That cast away the spirit

That make me easy to control

Because I feel unworthy

Because I feel empty

Fill me

Feed me

Free me

As if you had the power to do that

Anything other than me

For I am the only one who knows how wicked

I can be

Whose hate boiled her blood

Whose anger was crippling and deafening

Causing her to disappear from her body entirely

A power so terrifying

She scared herself from her vessel

Sanctifying it as unsafe

Marking it as dark

Too unstable to foster

such a bright life

Oh little girl, I hear your cries

I feel your fear of the power that resides

Inside of this sacred temple

Of this body who carries her evolution through her spine

Who walks on the shoulders of her ancestors

Who is imbued with the choice

Between love and power

I fear the power too

This is why the choice

Is abundantly clear

Choose love

To disseminate

The power

At its will

In perfect timing

In seamless synchronicity

In divine order

Choose trust

Not force

Choose truth

Not a show

Transparency rather than magicery

Trickery

Witchery

Bitchery

No tricks up my sleeve

No lies left to track

Only safe lines do I leave behind my back

All are welcome

All will be seen

Imagination blazes

As the fire ignites the pupils of my eyeballs

And finally I am seen