TO the women, the girls, the trans, the fluid and in between.
sexual agency has been drowned in bloodshed. the homestead is under attack.
for over 9 centuries you’ve had to defend, fight, and even kill to protect your body, your soul, and your right to exist freely.
we’ve been set up.
by systems men create, values of control, insecurity and possession, a lesson in blatant disregard as long as his ego and pride are intact.
a "Father of Gynecology" is misogyny at its finest. men know our bodies better than we do. who knew?
DAMN this free use culture, “grab her by the pussy”, “Officer, i’ve been raped” - “well what were YOU wearing?” DAMN these vultures, may they choke on that red pill.
one billion bodies brutalized, blighted, blistered, broken, bred, beaten, burned, suffering barbaric behavior and left bloodied and bruised by these black-hearted bitch ass niggas - who is the real weakling?
FOR the women, the girls, the trans, the fluid and in between.
your body is yours to keep, yours to nurture, and YOURS TO OWN.
we’ve been set up.
by anti-systems, our matriarchs and survivors planted seeds telling us we are NOT inferior, you indeed ARE HUMAN, and your rights HAVE been violated. tools are for a box as you are your own master.
America alone is far from a matrilineal society, but the fight continues, bless you Recy, Susan, Tarana, Amanda, Mary, Chanel, V formerly Eve.
we will remain courageous, i say this knowing its tough. yet, to honor ancestral fatigue, escalation is just.
one billion bodies rising like rainbows, rapidly rallying, here comes the rapture, roaring, realizing, reaping refunds, reaffirmed, recharged and reclaiming, recovering, reflected, deflowered but now reforested, reincarnation, rejoicing as more and more are repenting, the resilience WILL be respected.
rest assured,
they don’t want us to harvest the power to overpower.
To heal and then some.
But…we will,
from the east…WE WILL inhale, exhale fresh air, welcoming a new sun rising.
from the south…WE WILL rage, fire in our hearts, shaping passion on our anvil of alchemy.
from the west…WE WILL dive deep as water holds space to reflect, explore grief and wait.
from the north…WE WILL plant our heels and toes as earth brokers consultation with our ancestors, their wisdom is ours to take.
wisdom through stories and tales, from young and old.
exposition and actions of what man will do to climax are told,
the plot thickens, resolutions grow clearer and the fall will unfold,
new endings pledge warnings as one billion scream “fuck you”, this is my pot of gold.
