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At the summit of the mountain,

In the marrow of the bone,

On the basis of validation,

Can we get to the core?



…..think about it….



WHERE are we looking—

    FROM…

Self-hatred:  Because we’ve been taught-

                     We’ll never fit in,

                     We’ll never be good enough,

                     That our femininity doesn’t count?

Repression:  Our lives hindered because-

                     One secret hides another,

                      Like bricks layered upon layers,

                      Until our true selves are never explored.

Evolution:     Over years of terminology tumbling…

                      Era’s of social mores changing,

                      Labels and sexuality transfix,

                      Gender and Identity mix,

                

UNTIL NOTHING EVER IS WHAT IT ONCE WAS.



…think about it….



WHAT are we looking—

         TO…



We are looking for profound touch…



Maybe if together we STOP…

         Labeling our existence…

         Expecting from the labels we put on other’s existence…



Into names cast like Pillars of Stone:



Butch, Dyke, Bull-Dyke, Diesel-Dyke, Soft-Dyke, Week-end Butch, Kiki, Lipstick Lesbian, Femme, Queen, Fairy,

Trans-sexual,Bi-sexual, Fag-hag, Queer…



Perhaps, then, well find the NUDITY…

    Of what we once were,

With the ability to find strength in the feeling of

    EXPOSURE.



MENTALLY, SPIRITUALLY, EMOTIONALLY, PHYSICALLY



Perhaps, then, that BRICK wall of:

    Self-hatred,

    Voluntary  oppression,

     Involuntary repression,

WILL FALL FOREVER!



EVOLUTION turning into METOMORPHISIS.



IF---

I said IF—

    From my mind to your mind,

    From my heart to your heart,

    From my soul to your soul,



WE BECOME INNOCENT

WE BECOME RENEWED,



WE.....BECOME…FREE



Free to have you sit behind me,

Slide your hand up over my breast,

While moving your fingers to live inside me..

    

    TO BE PRESENT …

    IN THAT MOMENT…



So I can open my legs to “greet you”,

    Because as it stands now—

    I yield in nervous fear.

Can I possibly feel

    Complete,

    Desired,

    Exuberant,

    Uninhibited,

    Playful,

Without…

    Worrying about my ROLE,

    Worrying about what you THINK,

    Worrying about what I think my behavior DEFINES ME AS.



CAN WE RECLAIM:

    Ourselves as molested children,

    Ourselves as teen-age rape victims,

    Ourselves as adult violence victims,

    

CAN WE RECLAIM:

    The thirty something’s we are,

    Who trudge through uncertainty,

         Of not knowing who we are?

         Or where we are going?



CAN WE BE…

    JUST FOR THE SAKE OF OURSELVES…



         WOMEN.