Lessons unlearning
Somewhere and time as I was growing along I learned a lesson to unlearn. I learned I was meant to dispel the mystery. To demystify myself, uncover my inner realms, to tame them and turn the soil for the cultivation of food, to harvest too and prepare it for a man to consume. To accept their hungry eyes on my fertility, that my body was expected to be owned. I was taught somewhere and how to make myself a textbook that instructs in my handling. To build for myself a cage and to hand over the keys to my keepers. To explain myself, expose myself and reveal or to deny everything, all of it at once. But I am not a manual I am a poem, rhythmic, unmetered. I am not a plowed field so much as a tangled meadow. I have seasons and tides, not instructions and rules. I want a love that does not open and close me like a pantry door. I want a slow love, that coaxes the buds to unfold one petal at a time. My heart is every bit as tender as a flower and as wild. My love needs this kind o