I will not be filed, labeled or categorized.
I am not a number, and will not be assimilated,
I am a free spirit and not part of a cube.
I am not just your father, bother, husband, consort, son or lover.
I am not just your king, prophet, your knight in shining armour; a
I am not an organically fueled dildo, or a pillar of strength,
I am not here to die in a battlefield defending our cave,
or to hang from a cross to save the world.
I am not just your mother, sister, wife, daughter or lover.
I am not just your queen, a wise crone, midwife, artist, teacher.
I give birth or abort, as I wish; from my temple: creator-destroyer.
I am not a cook, a mistress, a virgin or a whore.
I don’t have child bearing hips! I will not stay at home or cover my hair.
I am not your drunken snog or breast feeder, and I get vertigo from being
on a pedestal.
I am beyond my individual components and traits, exceeding the total sum of my programming, seeing past the veil of separation.
I am a dividing cell, meiosis and mitosis manifest.
I am the beat of the heart, sound of a drum, a note on a fiddle,
I am a drop of rain on your face, the wind in your hair.
I am a liberating orgasm, a smile to a stranger.
I am laughter and tears, the joy of a bird in mid-flight, the bliss of a sleeping cat.
I am a reflection in a mirror, the food you eat, the forbidden fruit on the tree.
I am young and old, wise and foolish, yoni and lingum, earth, sun and moon, dead and alive, plant, animal and mineral.
I behold all opposites, and all possibilities, until nothing remains.
From that silence, everything burst forth, like spring flowers.
I was a hidden treasure, and I wanted to be known. with a big bang I have become every atom of the universe.
A star child, a rainbow across the sky.
Yet I am only one point of light in the star filled night,
shining forth from the deep.
Being Awen, Om and Hu, with every breath.
(This poem was in part inspired by Katy Jenisons’s poem Affirmation, Liber Oz, Star Trek, The Prisoner and much more).