Wishing for freedom

brutality on black bodies

Even a blue dust bathed bra soaked in the sweat of my sun soakedĀ skin bites.
Bites into tender sides
Pinches soft parts
A wire to my lung
A sternum on fire with irritation
BoundĀ 
I am bound.

Stuck in the illusion of safety – when the very things that cling to my sides could kill me at any moment
I must hide my breath and hold my heart…

A bright bird wings beating
Bashed in, time and time again
As the ways of the world claw into me.
Crack my rip cage open between the sobs that rack me
And grab grab grab my frightened bird
Always trying to dash her in the dirt.

Sometimes I think it would be easier to let her fly away.
I wish I too could join her.
Away from hands that pick
Bindings that poke
And the terror to breathe full breaths as I fly so free.

Fight To Remember

When I kiss the colonizers tongue, blood fills my mouth.
I begin to drown.

My words leave me and I am filled with a mouth full of english
and a mind full of doubt.

When did my skin become foreign to my eyes in a sea of snow?
When did heat become uncomfortable?

A room lit so artificially bright that it beats me down with unremitting despair
I will not let these things make me forget.

Witch, always.

I was always the witch.
This is a word in a tongue that is not mine but will do.

I am terror when you make me the other, but if you stand with me I become possibility.

Find me in the woods, sharpening my axe, sewing my bags, and waiting.

Smell the blood. Lick the earth, and listen for my laugh.