goddesses in burlap

i used to burn my hair and paint my face
so i could pretend to be a woman
with all the other girls

now i shave my arms, my vulva, my legs
so i can pretend to be a girl
with all the other women

i carved my soul, my hips, my wrists
pretending to be something better or worse
with all the other enoughs

and to this day
i got wandering eyes traveling Vegas over my Montana mountains
twisting into queasy lines beacause i
never put up their neon
i got dollar signs aching desperate to my ageless face
starving for a vacant vein
i got knife-eyed dolls searching for a sparkle in my exhumed soul
waiting and willing me to breath wrong
if i breath at all

you get real good at holding your breath living
buried
                    but

my streams still babble back ageless under the dirt
so i sit with the rocks and i say
don't ask me to break like stanzas i'm not a poem
i was not born with cotton between my legs don't call me a lady
i never even knew your name don't look at me talk at me grab at me like i'm yours

and my hair silvers
and my veins ichor
and i do not
and i can not
pretend
that I am anything less than Gaia.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Friends

I'm a huge advocate of self-actualization. I spend a lot of time apologizing for being myself. I've decided to take a break from that today. If you want, feel free to do the same.
For this whole day, let us be as patient and kind to ourselves as we are to our friends and loved ones. This might be bad news if you are kind of an ass to your friends and loved ones, but that's a other blog post.
However, assuming you treat your friends with love and respect, treat yourself like friend.
I will let you know how my day goes. Please let me know how your day goes. Email me at sincerely.sarcastic@gmail.com

Good day, friends!

Give yourself a good scratch!

Belinda

P.S. This is a pinterest picture. Valerie, my little sister, thought you should know.