“I Did Not Know Then That Identities Could Be Lost In Translation.”

Garden for CLIMATE RESISTENCE.

I wish I could embrace chaos, crush in my fists every ounce of life that wants me to serve them instead of the earth. Be permanent and disfigured. how will you possess me , I am your darkness, the reason for light. your mortality is mine .

Drawing on love

various cicada-shaped knickknacks

[succulentlover77 / flickr]

Beauty

Those I love say they're proud of me, now

Tail-end of 8 months in infinity

I don't look for their words of affection.

I'm not scared to be ugly

In the way women are taught to be

All sunshine and beauty.

I do not doubt now,

That I may in fact be beautiful -

I am Beautiful

Not because I'm pretty

I don't turn heads when I walk the room

I'm hardly precious in dear finery.

What's more,

My hair doesn't always flirt with

The wind, my feet don't know how to

make love to the earth and grass, the show

Doesn't please lusty onlookers.

I pause when I see beauty,

A pleasant surprise waiting within me -

I don't wait to achieve anymore

I revel in my company.

I've learnt to hold friends tightly,

Look them in the eyes so

They may smile from inside me.

I forgive my family,

So they may not hurt any

Longer than I can help, for

all that I love about their journey.

I don't rest in the past anymore

I don't pine for a whimsy future

I'm elated to just be

And in being, I achieve me.

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