Love and despair
creep up, seep in
our days and nights
without end save our souls
weep and serve
together making do
and all manner of tears
marching on in the shortness of forever
hold the line hold your nerve
fix and mend
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honoured one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am the mother and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the silence that is incomprehensible
and the idea whose remembrance is frequent.
I am the voice whose sound is manifold
and the word whose appearance is multiple.
I am the utterance of my name.
For I am knowledge and ignorance.
I am shame and boldness.
I am shameless; I am ashamed.
I am strength and I am fear.
I am war and peace.
Give heed to me. ⚡️
Equality does not patronise
This is my body
This is my mind
This is my soul
🌹 2015 – there’s a hole in the whole 2014 – ‘Ain’t I a Woman?’