I’m not so much body positive
as I am body introspective, body critical, body weird, body do this, body can’t do that, body frustrated, body forgiving, body we’ll try again tomorrow, body amazed, body can do so much already. |
I’m not so much body positive
as I am body yass girl, body fuck em up, body listening, body yearning, body feeling, body overwhelmed underneath an overwhelmingly loving body. |
I’m not so much body positive
as I am body appreciative, body spiritual, body intuned, body elevated, body protective, body releasing traumas one day at a time. |
I’m not so much body positive
as I am body possessive, body mine, all mine, body defiant, body unapologetic, body sometimes I apologize, body take up space; all the space. body told what to do and say fuck you. I’m not so much body positive as I am body complex. And I like that about Her. |
i'm not afraid anymore
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art by Vanne CL
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Sometimes
I save her IG selfies to my camera roll. Sometimes I delete them cuz I don’t have time to stare and study her all day the way I do. Learn the light in her eyes The twitch in her smile I don’t have time to imagine the softest skin my hands could ever caress under a full moon of possibilities. But I wish I did. Sometimes I fantasize about resting my heart on her jawline, awaiting the moment her voice may tremble at the mere pronunciation of my name. Sometimes Her name is all I know how to pronounce. Sometimes I want to show her how I say her name. How I sing it in the shower like she were a melodic reminder that love can pour down and cleanse the body. How I hum it in the kitchen while chopping fresh onions and cilantro. But I don’t want to wake her. She is still sleeping from a lunar night of possibilities. And I, sometimes, forget that I no longer have to fantasize about what we’ve made real. |
Men don’t value women.
They like pussy. Men don’t value women. They like free labor. Men don’t value women. They like having a place to project their inadequacies, while gaining all the reassurance that they are enough. Men don’t value women. They like growth without the journey, without the pain. |
Men don’t value women.
They like dinner made ready by a woman whose heart has been starved for years -- Cuz that keeps her hoping. Working. Proving. Men don’t value women. They like to be impressed. Give the performance of your life, my dear His ego is your stage! And try not to cry when you watch his clapping hands walk away. |
Me dijeron
that men like to talk shit. Full lipped full bodied women greeted with -- Oye mamiiii Pero to’o eso pa mi?? Bodega
pit stop turned fashion runway. Hear them clap. Sonríete. Chuuuula. Mhmmm.. They tell me men like to talk shit. |
But see,
that’s only after he’s caught his bearings. Pause. Quiet. Your presence is a Thief before it is Mural. Nada le sale
but one single breath. Impressed. Shook. Choked up. |
E'cucha bien lo que digo:
When I bring these wide hips, untamed hair, full lips and proud eyes to your block, I will show you a man robbed of his voice every time. |
art by Ramona Hartley
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Pussy
is healing. Beware of those who’d seek her touch without honoring such magic. Beware of those who bring untended wounds, demanding bandage; they will not warn you, nor ask for consent. |
Pussy
is healing. Her magic is for you. Do not heal others without ever healing yourself. Conjure a river under Moonlight, and let the silver light teach you of your own tides. |
sex magic
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When was the last time you made yourself
cum underneath the Full Moon and summoned to this earth a wave of divine renewal When was the last time your blood conjured a great Truth from the roots of rotting trees and soiled ground They are not dead - Only tortured And what is pain if not a reminder that we living things are not yet buried |
When was the last time your flesh
painted itself canvas in the flood they would deny your thighs to drown in You are not an asking thing Your body has made whole planets It's rivers and valleys result of pleasure and pain. |
Your magic does not seek invitation
Only vision You, Mage, are too Creator to ask anybody for anything. Least of all - permission. |
All the Puerto Rican women I know who
are above 40 do not hate men. They have grown so tired of being disappointed, they choose now to be "understanding". They tell me to be more "understanding". More "patient". I cannot tell if their advice is rooted in Wisdom Or Defeat. And I am afraid I no longer know the difference. |
family photo of my maternal great grandmother
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my body, my temple
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Part I
I'm tired of hearing people tell women to view our bodies "like a temple"... As if temples should be vacant. Without visitor or admirer. As if temples are no place to make offerings to the divine. Yes, my body is a temple. And I, its goddess. You may adore me. You may love me. You may make yourself offering to my every demand. Sex Intimacy Orgasms -- All honor me. Do not speak of, or for, this temple as if to know its needs. For those I allow in will fall quickly to their knees and please me. Sometimes I want to be filled up, Just to be poured out. Sometimes I want my mouth to be holy grail to your wine. Sometimes I want my moan to slow down time. So make offering of your tongue, fingers and loins. They are mine until I return them. Though you may not want them back. |
Part II
Temples can be destroyed. Can be broken into. Its parts made a mess. Its attendants, deceitful. I am divine. I am not immune to pain. I am a goddess. I do not take treachery lightly. Dishonor me and you will know nothing but flame. Part III If you are going to teach women that our bodies are temples, I suggest you stop raising your sons to be raiders. Touching and taking as they please -- faithless hands Eyes that see only treasure and conquest -- my body, their land. |
sleepless
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