Identity; opposition of authority
Fragmented as destruction and debauchery.
We are descendants of Eve;
We bite
Spit
Stomp
Crush
Crumble bricks you build between us.
Our voices make the council blocks shudder,
banging on our windows -
The permanent other.
Call us anarchy;
Punk
Ruffian
Insurgent
Rebellion
Labels of our romantic destruction.
But we are Auxiliary;
Additional
Truth
Twisted
Original
Feel the beats beneath our ivory.
Unity in linked flesh, chains of people
tremble in our protest - without violence,
Unable to justify your intent to harm us.
The revolutions coming Adam,
We are children of Eve.
About the Creator
Charli Whatley
🏳️🌈 chronically ill/disabled | london, U.K. | www.charliwhat.com
My illness means my energy is particularly precious, and when I have a little spare I love to transport myself into new worlds through stories and poetry.
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