Skin

I just want out of my body. I want to take all the good in me out of here and make a new person that doesn’t feel broken and deficient.
Spiritual Regicide - To kill the King within.
The Queen is Dead - She will not breath without her King.
…and now I ask the dead Queen
“Why did you kill the King if you refuse to live for yourself and rule forever in the Sacred Palace of your skin”?
She does not answer; she will not breathe.

Time is Not Linear

I am a child.
The world is new and bright,
Filled with voices and color.
I was born a few weeks ago,
At the age of 16.
It feels like rewinding a tape;
I use those still.
Pixels on the liquid display feel cold and have no scent.
The plastic is tangible,
Like me.
I was born into this grown-up body,
And mail comes here.
Bills.
They have a name on them.
My name.
I was confused, but I've promised to work harder.
My parents treat me with respect,
And my sister is way too tall now.
I am sixteen.
I am newborn.
There is a house to clean and bills to pay.
There is a sad voice on the phone that
(I remember)
Used to call me "wife" and "sweetie".
I will turn twenty-three in two weeks.
I don't remember where I was,
But I'm going home.

You Said Your Name was Neon

You said your name was Neon.

Life isn’t ones and zeroes, hacker-boy;
I’m not binary, and I’m not logical.
I react, and you analyze.
I miss you, and you count the messages.
Come back to me, Dark Prince.
Your name was never Neon.

Tank Michael S. - Someday

You were old, for your kind,
And I’m still so young.
I had just reached full flower when my heart
Bloomed open and you nestled into the petals.
We had enough time to love one another,
But not enough.
Love, when lost, was never enough.
When we left the house,
I’m glad I told everyone to say they loved you -
Not goodbye.
Death is never goodbye.
Will I see you someday, peering out from green eyes
I’ll swear I’ve seen before?
Or will we keep each other waiting?
If your journey is done, love, I only hope you don’t mind;
I may take awhile to join you.
But I’ll be there, with you, stroking your ears again
Someday.

Untouchable

My throat feels raw;
My eyes sore and red with tears
Pain flooding out through my face
In all its sad and ugly raging.
You are gone, but not gone.
You're near me now,
But I cannot touch you.
I'll never again reach out and feel you
Warm and sleepy beside me in bed.
Never again will I hold you close;
Our hearts reaching out and entwining in the smallest of gaps
Between our breastbones.
I remember though,
How you lifted your head to look into my eyes -
Yours were deep green, and so tired.
When we sat in the hospital,
Hoping for good news,
There was a baby - squalling loudly in his mother's arms.
He looked just like you.
He was small and frail, newly born,
And you,
Small and frail, soon to close your eyes for all time.
I'm crying now, and fighting not to cry.
I cannot touch you,
But you are here.

American Politicians: Stripping Women of Our Rights

For years, things like abortion have been debated (or more accurately, fought over). Now, basic health precautions are under debate, and some people would like to take those away as well.

• Abortions; to save lives and to terminate involuntary insemination (Read: Pregnancy by Rape).
• Birth Control; to prevent unwanted pregnancies, regulate our hormones, and alleviate cramps and acne.

The problems are going deeper than these issues as well. In Arizona, as many of you know, politicians are trying to get a bill passed that would allow companies to fire women for using birth control to prevent pregnancy (only allowing it if they are using it for other reasons).

Women throughout the country are also in danger of losing their jobs because they ARE pregnant.

Further disturbing is the possibility of women being forced to carry a stillborn or dying fetus to term, or until “natural labor” has occurred, even when carrying the fetus may cause the death of the mother or twin. Rep. Terry England even went so far as to compare women to livestock.

While there are a great many men that are appalled at these bills (and please, DO encourage the men in your life to stand up for the women in theirs), these are women’s issues, and as women, we need to stand and fight; together. A unified front against these violations against our right to have control of our own bodies.

Speaking of body autonomy, some Republican individuals are apparently trying to ensure that the Violence Against Women Act is not reauthorized, or changed so that illegal immigrants can be deported for reporting a crime, such as domestic abuse; members of the LGBT would likewise not be protected and offered services/shelter in the event of abuse.

There will be no White Knight, ladies. We may not be shot at, or thrown in jail, and we still have our rights… For now. Our country is moving towards making we women property again - a state of existence most women in America have not, and SHOULD not experience. Stand up, or be tied down. When making your choice to join hands and fight back, or to sit down and keep quiet, think of this: Do you want your daughters, sisters, mothers, and friends to have their rights stripped from them? To have no choice in matters of their own bodies?

Morning

I awoke with the sun today,
Blinking slowly in disbelief.
So rare it is, for myself,
To watch it rise from the other side of sleep.
The gray sky erupted slowly into
Vivid blue and gold,
And a single glittering ray descended;
A wish, alighting on my face.
I let it fill me, hopeful, and
With wishing,
Dared to dream awake.