Woman-hood
Defined and underlined by the man my Wo
Is derived from.
I was wo –
Long before I even got tits
At once an idol and a pariah.
My cunt became a weapon of self-destruction –
A memory of
Violence and the weight of my
Inability
To define myself.
Prayed on like a dying mantis.
A common hole for a common goal,
Right?
Language – insidious and invasive
Like an Osmond’s album on living repeat.
-Sickly and sweet
Sung on a static frizzy loop –
Told
I was nothing more
Or less than
The body
That possesses me.
Could never be man enough
To compete.
And so to retreat –
Retreat –
Fade into wood like a chameleon
In an insecure environment.
Paint on the face
To match the walls –
Of the same
Oppressive place.
And later still –
Crawl from the darkness
Eyes stunted by the light.
Half broken –
Sweep and build a home
Outside of the lines
They drew for me
To colour.
Interlude, breathe,
Softness, expells
Challenge:radical self love
where is the woman
in this soft body
that has been changed
away from woman
but when my medical team
took my chest
and made my body my own
it did not sever
woman
because my identity is more complicated
than that
and my connection to this earth
is this body
that holds these bones and this brain
and it will continue on
with
woman
and i am not disconnected
with the violence
that follows
woman
and that sweater never
covered up
our crime
but this body got me here
to you
and now that the dysphoria
has melted away
i can love the part of me
that is woman
with our experiences eons apart
we can heal together
to love
whichever part of us
that is woman
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🖤🤍 Celia and River in Underland

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