I wish I were free
Free from oppression
Free of fear
From men...who continue to break my bones
To bend my will
But I am not a Willow
I do not bend
Nor do I break
Immortal...that is me
And will yet live to see you all broken, buried
No man has my fortitude
My power of mind, body and soul
Few recognize who and what I am
That is the problem with humans:
Limited Imaginations
Miracles have blood in their veins
We walk and talk
We are not what you would expect
The Unexpected--that's the gift
Such a shame, when someone misses their miracle
I have to move on to my next charge
The next soul...but still, I always wonder
Guided by Divine Timing
To you
For you
Until you hurt me, too
Then, Saturn (Lord Karma) takes over
Big brother may be a cross-dresser
But he is no bitch
You will be his though...
We try not to laugh
But it's (admittedly) hard not to
Do you have any idea how boring you really are?
Punitive, dull...you don't even have integrity!
Your penis is not gilded in gold, you know (it's just a piece of dangly flesh, ffs)
You generate clones of yourselves
Using up more oxygen
Creating more bullies
Who bring breakfast in bed
To the sad lovers who cry in the dark...or, in the closet
Miracles don't have a say in Fate
I don't even really believe in her
I mean, she is real...my sister
But she's fickle, unfair, chaotic
I prefer Destiny
I do like Earth though
The Mountains
The Sea
Pine Trees
And, Panthers
I love Dogs, too
And Egyptian Mythology
Fascinating...
Because it's so close to the truth
RA--that's even my name!
The ankh is our mother
Your mother, too
Yet humans always pray to men
Who prey on you
And, each other
Miracles have to live a human life
To touch human lives
But I grow tired
Of cruelty
There's just so much of it....
I wanted to experience real love
Just once...
Once would have been enough
Alas, it's now gone extinct on this planet
Like so many others
The squirrel shakes his tail at me from the oak outside my window
Demanding more seed
At least the Robin serenades me
And keeps the blue jays at bay
Red-breasted warriors, the true protectors of light
Oh, I want freedom so badly
It's pure magic
Love could have given that to me...you could have given that to me
Luckily, I still have my wings
But love--ah, is there anything more uplifting???
Did you know there's a variety of red roses called "Freedom"?
It's true.
And, they are beautiful
You were beautiful, too
At least, to me
Liberty winks at me from across the room
Playing coy
As if I were a toy
Just like you...those shy looks
All pretense
You're not even worth a single tear
Not one
My tears become diamonds
Mined between bylines of The New York Times
While yours simply evaporate into thin air
Who will remember you when you're gone?
Your name only has meaning because of me
While my name is a primary archetypal sound
The very vibration of the Universe
People pray for me 7,310, 622, 947 times a day
Meanwhile, you brood in your corner
Your hair, saltier
Your lips, softer
Your eyes, greener than ever
Such a jealous color, full of envy
For all the light in my blessed body
You were lustful
While I, I was trustful
Of you
Because, as much as I was your miracle...
You, you were mine, too.
#FREEDOM
*Photo copyright Rebecca Housel 2020
Free from oppression
Free of fear
From men...who continue to break my bones
To bend my will
But I am not a Willow
I do not bend
Nor do I break
Immortal...that is me
And will yet live to see you all broken, buried
No man has my fortitude
My power of mind, body and soul
Few recognize who and what I am
That is the problem with humans:
Limited Imaginations
Miracles have blood in their veins
We walk and talk
We are not what you would expect
The Unexpected--that's the gift
Such a shame, when someone misses their miracle
I have to move on to my next charge
The next soul...but still, I always wonder
Guided by Divine Timing
To you
For you
Until you hurt me, too
Then, Saturn (Lord Karma) takes over
Big brother may be a cross-dresser
But he is no bitch
You will be his though...
We try not to laugh
But it's (admittedly) hard not to
Do you have any idea how boring you really are?
Punitive, dull...you don't even have integrity!
Your penis is not gilded in gold, you know (it's just a piece of dangly flesh, ffs)
You generate clones of yourselves
Using up more oxygen
Creating more bullies
Who bring breakfast in bed
To the sad lovers who cry in the dark...or, in the closet
Miracles don't have a say in Fate
I don't even really believe in her
I mean, she is real...my sister
But she's fickle, unfair, chaotic
I prefer Destiny
I do like Earth though
The Mountains
The Sea
Pine Trees
And, Panthers
I love Dogs, too
And Egyptian Mythology
Fascinating...
Because it's so close to the truth
RA--that's even my name!
The ankh is our mother
Your mother, too
Yet humans always pray to men
Who prey on you
And, each other
Miracles have to live a human life
To touch human lives
But I grow tired
Of cruelty
There's just so much of it....
I wanted to experience real love
Just once...
Once would have been enough
Alas, it's now gone extinct on this planet
Like so many others
The squirrel shakes his tail at me from the oak outside my window
Demanding more seed
At least the Robin serenades me
And keeps the blue jays at bay
Red-breasted warriors, the true protectors of light
Oh, I want freedom so badly
It's pure magic
Love could have given that to me...you could have given that to me
Luckily, I still have my wings
But love--ah, is there anything more uplifting???
Did you know there's a variety of red roses called "Freedom"?
It's true.
And, they are beautiful
You were beautiful, too
At least, to me
Liberty winks at me from across the room
Playing coy
As if I were a toy
Just like you...those shy looks
All pretense
You're not even worth a single tear
Not one
My tears become diamonds
Mined between bylines of The New York Times
While yours simply evaporate into thin air
Who will remember you when you're gone?
Your name only has meaning because of me
While my name is a primary archetypal sound
The very vibration of the Universe
People pray for me 7,310, 622, 947 times a day
Meanwhile, you brood in your corner
Your hair, saltier
Your lips, softer
Your eyes, greener than ever
Such a jealous color, full of envy
For all the light in my blessed body
You were lustful
While I, I was trustful
Of you
Because, as much as I was your miracle...
You, you were mine, too.
#FREEDOM
*Photo copyright Rebecca Housel 2020
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