No Man
Darkness envelops me,
in the brief hours before dawn
the calm surounds me and i embrace my thoughts
consider things purhaps felt otherwise trival
sighing i consider the world as it is...
suddenly
i feel the naging voices grow louder in the dark
hard and angry they shout at me...
who are you !
what are you!
you ruin all your sisters faught for
shrinking back farther into the dark embrace -
i wonder if there are truths to these words..
suddenly stronger i answer the maddening taunts
What good is what they have faught for now
what they claim...
this false Masculinity
i do not want it!
what need have i for it..
Look at all it has cost..
What good is in that?
sighing relenting a bit..
in these, hours of darkest before dawn
i am not a man, i do not desire to be
fully am i female
and great are the blessings of being so.
Let them who are afraid;
relish there False placement.
happy am i to dance and raise my children
slowly the colors of dawn appear
with blinding light the colors wash over me
over the world, even over the voices
by
skyfire
sept 30, 99