Woman in Two Parts

Woman-hood

Defined and underlined by the man my Wo

Is derived from.

I was wo –

Long before I even got tits

At once an idol and a pariah.

My cunt became a weapon of self-destruction –

A memory of

Violence and the weight of my

Inability

To define myself.

Prayed on like a dying mantis.

A common hole for a common goal,

Right?

Language - insidious and invasive

Like an Osmond’s album on living repeat.

-Sickly and sweet

Sung on a static frizzy loop –

Told

I was nothing more

Or less than

The body

That possesses me.

Could never be man enough

To compete.

And so to retreat –

Retreat -

Fade into wood like a chameleon

In an insecure environment.

Paint on the face

To match the walls –

Of the same

Oppressive place.

And later still –

Crawl from the darkness

Eyes stunted by the light.

Half broken –

Sweep and build a home

Outside of the lines

They drew for me

To colour.

Interlude, breathe,

Softness, expells

Challenge:radical self love

where is the woman

in this soft body

that has been changed

away from woman

but when my medical team

took my chest

and made my body my own

it did not sever

woman

because my identity is more complicated

than that

and my connection to this earth

is this body

that holds these bones and this brain

and it will continue on

with

woman

and i am not disconnected

with the violence

that follows

woman

and that sweater never

covered up

our crime

but this body got me here

to you

and now that the dysphoria

has melted away

i can love the part of me

that is woman

with our experiences eons apart

we can heal together

to love

whichever part of us

that is woman

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🖤🤍 Celia and River in Underland

The 'Womanhood' Collection