Nest | Eggs

I pray to my body. Because this is my temple. I worship my face. I am the sun. I glorify my guts. They are the cosmos. I idolize myself. Because if not  me then whom? simply science. speak to my cells. request, deny, and program at will. Did you forget the power you wield? No yield. Full stop.

This is the disconnect. hello god, it’s me, the other another god. are you there?

Women are

       killed for speaking up. For talking back. For inventing. For creating. For existing. for breathing. the cycle breaks. Off springs. Lineage like the rivers make way. We were bolder. Louder. Bigger. Smarter. But not only clever girls, angry ones.

Who knows the predator better than they prey. We pray. For a better world.

Because the memory of what our mothers and their mothers endured exists within us. the holy circle. The sacred wheel. The way of the world. How beautiful it is. A nest of eggs. infinite spiraling sacred wisdom. how blessed we are in endless spring. Has sprung. In memory. As trauma stamps. In the same eyes. With the same thighs. Hearing the same lies.

We remember and we are angry. We remember and for the daughters who survive it all. We are sorry.