Honoring Your Nefertiti

She is made of papyrus

She cannot hide away

Her stories are written out

Across her arms, down her back

She is rough she is sturdy

Rainy days will not wet her

The wind cannot whither her

She remains the same forever

 

Her bones are made of onyx

They give her courage

She will always be prepared for battle

Though she may seem dark

She knows how to ease the pain

 

Her blood is the Nile

Giving life to the world

They are the tears of every woman

 

She worships nothing but the sun

She honors the goddess within

She is the lady of all women

Daily Post

Bath time

Lying in radioactive blue water
No bubbles but they say it’s good for the skin
I slide back and forth like a water park
Trying to mix the hot and cold
I rocked the boat
Cracked the ceiling
I dropped straight down to the floor
No where to land nothing to catch me
My parents sit stunned by the Christmas tree
I wake up in a bed
IV drips drips up my arm
I wonder if you’ll visit me now
What will you think
The bathroom tiles marbled in my face
I suppose you’ll never steal another kiss
I suppose it will never be just us again
It was always my skin you loved
Not anything that lied beyond

My eyes blink open to the same blue water
I check the mirror
All a dream
A perfect angel looks back at me
And I still I think it is the end of you and I

Philomela’s Rape

He tried to silence me                                     Cut out my tongue to hide my story
He didn’t know
Women have been silent for centuries
We learn to speak
with the rest of our body
Weave stories with our hands
Cry for help with our eyes
Men are wrapped up in themselves
Women smell danger coming
They feel trouble in the wind
My sister did
She followed my scent to the woods
She squeezed me tight and
in that touch the plot began
We played our roles for you
Stayed in our rightful place
Cooked a meal to satisfy a manly hunger
We watched you eat your flesh and blood
Didn’t flinch when your screams
Shattered windows
You thought you had us
Now we are alone and you could pin me down again
You ran
Tackled
Opened your eyes
Nothing
Look up
My legs turned to wings
And I hum the nightingales song
As I fly into the sky

But my wings are heavier than the swallows
I can’t forget the burden you put on me
I was transformed but not saved
There is a difference
I will always have a taint to me

 

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The Dark Night of Saints

You were hungry and she gave you bread you were naked and she clothed you

But she did not get this nourishment in return
She believed she believed oh did she ever
But did you know of the great spiritual darkness that she suffered?
They say all saints suffer a dark night but never a whole life

She walks down a one way street
And lights the way for those who live in darkness too
Lonely days absent ways
The torture it can’t be explained
Longing and longing for the spirit to fill the hole
We search for something we cannot see
If I was a saint surely I too would be a saint of darkness