Physical Existence- Devika Mathur

Dyslexia, into my thin membrane
to hear your wounding tales
Pervicacious drops of blood stick to my venom
I hear wars, tremors, haze into the folds of my skin,
like palpable beggar’s eye.
My white bed-sheet mark my body with cuts, acidic tears
Proliferating porous permanent scars
Hush, my words are twisting into my own stomach,
My thick mouth deteriorates again and again
Observe my skin, its expanding its dimensions
Changing seasons, changing colours
Squalid eyes pinch the glance, time pokes thorns on my tongue
Am I a myth, still being a reality?
Or I am the reality in your venal liquid baked body.

©My Valiant Soul


 

Feminism is my Realism- Kindra M. Austin & Christine Ray

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I am Organism

Female

Defense Mechanism

Natural

Feminism is my Realism

 

Because #MeToo, Motherfuckers

I’ve been abused

Been paid less cash

Called a Radical Cunt a

Bleeding Heart Liberal and

Put in my place—

Not my place, but theirs

 

I’ve been judged by the size of my body and clothes I wear

Been held back by (un)intelligent men and even stupider women

Who mock my Heart and Common Sense—

Slammed by Pseudo-Brain influenced by Meme Culture

 

I am Organism polluting the Cesspool

Feminism is my Realism

(Kindra M. Austin)

I am Organism

Female

Defense Mechanism

Instinctive

Feminism is my Realism

 

Because if I had been paid my 80 cents on the dollar

For every time I have been called

Bitch

Dyke

Ball breaker

Since I was 12 years old

I’d be in the damn 1%

 

Told my whole life

That I am

Too angry

Too emotional

Too loud

Too direct

Ask too many questions

Why-can’t-you-just- sit-quietly-like-a-lady-and-smile-more?

 

Gagged with guilt to keep the peace

Gaslighted

so others can maintain the precious status quo

 

I am Virus circulating in the Bloodstream

Feminism is my Realism

(Christine Ray)