Opposing Images

 

Daughter, beloved stardust

I see your sleepy eyes, 

I know you’re tired of acting ladylike.

I shamed you to sit and speak like ladies do,

I taught you to wear a dress

To conceal, your soon to be feminine figure,

Nasty and erotic.

 

I taught you how to compete.

I taught you to turn green, to snarl and hiss

I taught you how to sharpen your teeth.

When you beat me, I cried tears of vengeance and rage.

When I beat others, you cheered my name,  

I cried tears of happiness.

You, everything I fought to love

You, everything I fought to hate.

 

It’s shame vs jealousy and it should be a thrilling fight

Yet, these scars I cannot hide –

Where are the scars, where are the scars

Where the fuck are the scars!

Here is my wound,

Lips oozing and bloody.

 

Do you wince,

Does the pit of your stomach twist?

To know the scar of the womb

To know the plight of motherhood,

To know the disease of femininity.  

To know survivors,

To know warriors.