At my first cry, my life began in death--
My own: for I, as all are, lost in sin,
I moved toward my grave with every breath
And every second let the shadows in.
Thus shackled to my nature, I bemoan
My wounds and tear my binds to no avail.
If I must walk toward darkness on my own
What is this gentle light beyond the veil?
My first breath welcomed death, but this a cry
To start again, begotten in the court
So near the holy place--my hope, descry
The way of life for we who, fallen short
Must breathe, alive, the resurrected Lord
Reborn in him, renewed, to hope restored.
it was on a hike in the winter that someone first argued with me when i said
‘it is beautiful.’
we were looking out over a bluff,
the clouds above us looking ready to burst – ice under our feet,
snow in our shoes (despite our best attempts) – and a two-hundred foot drop next to us
and i paused, and
murmured
‘it’s beautiful.’
while looking down.
my friend scoffed at me – scoffed! he snorted! –
and said, loudly, breaking the silence i felt was needed to appreciate the beauty,
‘it’s terrifying.’ he laughed. ‘it’s not beautiful.’
but who,
i wanted to ask,
Yes, I Have a Penis by Superiorflowerpower, literature
Literature
Yes, I Have a Penis
Yes, I Have A Penis
Do not assume (if I hold the door for you),
that I am making a statement
about your inabilities
to open the door for yourself.
If you hold it for me,
I'll say 'thankyou'.
Do not assume (if I pay for the meal),
that I am underestimating
your earning capacity
as a woman.
If you invite me out for a meal,
you're paying.
Do not assume (if I defend your rights),
that I am belittling
the attempts that you have made
to defend your rights yourself.
If you defend my rights,
I'll consider you human.