Open Mouth

Open Mouth
my mouth is a gaping hole.
each day getting bigger,
I won't be silenced,
even by other skirts.
I won't be lady like
cause
that is code for
"shut up and look pretty"
disguised as
"self-respect".
now who
WHO
tell me who
can have that
when they cram all
thought desire need
and wisdom
into crossed legged
lady like grins?
plus no one
asked me to
define
"lady".
but here goes:
if it has anything to do with
creation
I, carried and bore it -
from the beginning
way before
little men in pointy hats with greedy
fist decided me inconvenient.
so what -
is the ability to
transform pain and burden into life
mute?
I will sit with MY legs
Wide Open
have you worship
MY YONI
every last damn
yoni
SEE,
cause we create
something from seemingly
NOTHING
in loving and nurturing
ways.
Yeah, because
we don't
Create
power and wealth
we know nothing.
Oh
so I can birth the divine
but I can NEVER quite be it.
ha ha ha
the father the son and the ...
my color is BLACK
cause I lurk in the hearts of
every women's soul
caught in our throats - - - or whispered in private
so as to not upstage YOUR
WAR games.
Just steal MY essence
'it was I who cover the Earth like mist
Alone I made a circuit of the the SKY and transversed
the depths of the ABYSS."
NOW does that sound remotely like
something
a man
could
would do?
can THEY
"spread", "fragrances like myrrh"?
ba - - -
In my full un-lady like
glory am
vixen or strega
nah, I can't float if thrown into
water bound
but you knew that -
If there was, is, will be
messiah
it's ME
un - lady
women
girls.
"LADIES!!!"
If there is
or will be
any hope for YOUR
children
children's children,
Now is the time
to throw off those damn shackles
of being lady like.
Speak
moan,wring hands, SHOUT
declare your presence be
not only noted
EXALTED.
Sure
YOU can call me the
"great whore"
lilith,madame st. urzuile,rauch,
sophia,or any other
incarnation
of women that spoke the word
"NO"
with conviction not MALICE.
"for I am the first, the last"
I am the honored one, the scorned one.
I AM the whore and the HOLY one.
I am the one whom they call LIFE
and you call death,"
300,000 years ago
by some river bed
Humanity sprang forth from
MY WOMB.
yet,
it seems that the further away from ME my children
roamed the more
they despised me.
no matter
I am constant
the screeching owl outside your window
the crone that shakes her head
the young girl who fights back
I stir the mist of mine,
ME
with storms no mortal man can quite
understand -
but
too
I am moist
darkness of the home you crave
dominion over.
I try to wash this lust from you
through orgasmic bliss
would you carry that sensation
through your work a day world
what a world
it would
could
SHOULD be.
I cannot be
the lady you bottle and sell by the truckload
to
sweet little girls, awkward teenage girls who only
want to be loved - pretty,
or mature young women who
struggle at once
re-create and be independent.
I am definitely not the middle aged woman, who only
needs you for selfish reasons,
as the HAG, i barely know you
EXIST
unless
you know me
embrace all of me
listen to the music falling out
of my gaping hole
of a heart.