and let our hair get stuck
on our fingertips.
coaxing us to the grass;
wrapping their way through our toes.
slick pebbles weigh down your pockets.
i braid sunshine into your hair,
i sew sunshine onto your skin;
ribbons that glow warm.
the hum of the wind
catches on your breath.
May the space between where I am and where I want to be inspire me.
I am over the passivity of good men. Where the hell are you? You live with us, make love with us, father us, befriend us, brother us, get nurtured and mothered and eternally supported by us, so why aren’t you standing with us? Why aren’t you driven to the point of madness and action by the rape and humiliation of us?
If I’d had children and had a girl, the first words I would have taught her would have been “fuck off” because we weren’t brought up ever to say that to anyone, were we? And it’s quite valuable to have the courage and the confidence to say, “No, fuck off, leave me alone, thank you very much.
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