A mother,
a daughter,
a soon-to-be mother,
a girlfriend…
A woman.
No law protects them(No law protects us).
No hope protects them(No hope protects us).
As much as we wished for at least a small piece of that huge sweet cake we barely got a spoon.
And now what?
All I remember is change.
All I remember is change.
Withered flowers,
rotten fruits and vegetables and flesh.
Dirty pavements, patchy grass turning yellow and nasty,
old bedsheets.
Frayed knees and burrs and bruises.
All I remember is change and now I smell of perfume.
A perfume so sweet it raises questions on whether I am trying to substitute for the sweetness of sugar, chocolate and candy that I may not have because of calories.
A perfume so sweet it raises questions on whether I indeed want to identify with a ‘caramel sticky date muss, a hint of cinnamon’.
Do I really want to? Do I really want to
take that stupid birth control that gives me more side effects than the actual use?
Irregular menstrual bleeding, headaches, breast tenderness, nausea, acne, mood changes, weight gain(fuck I thought i’ve escaped it.)
Do I really want to?
To see the next day “NEW BIRTH CONTROL FOR MEN DISCOVERED. NO SIDE EFFECTS”
Fuck you!
Do I really want to?
Be?
A-
The word remains up in the air.
Do you hear it too?
Do you hear it too, I am asking?
Lost
Invisible
Silenced
I will change the route of the story. I will tell you,
Will tell you about the power you have,
The resilience
The strength
I will tell you
And i will listen in return
Your stories
Of Freedom and liberation
Of being yourself
I am guessing that we cannot escape birth control that quickly, especially if it helps with PMS.
I am guessing that we cannot escape calories.
What other notion am I going to bring in?
I will let you ponder and
I will let you look around.
Come on, do it.
I will let you look around to see that you are not
A-
Lone
You are not alone.
A mother,
a daughter,
a soon-to-be mother,
a girlfriend…
A woman.