rebel spirit

i am not a “Man”, i am male.

why do we have two sets of words to denote sex/gender? …male/Man, female/Woman…

female/male seems straightforward enough, based on physical elements… that is if we are comfortable with excluding those who are born as both/neither (Intersex).

but what about “Man/Woman”?

Man/Woman identities are concepts… social creations imposed for the purpose of obfuscating the unity of the species (and all creation) in order to divide and conquer us, to create a model in which it is possible for there to be a dominant group, then to put our identities in the service of that dominant group.

“Man/Woman” are quintessentially optional terms to me. i am blessed and cursed with the need to transcend the artificially oppressive nature of the culture of Dominance of Man that created them and find a different way to be.

a rebel spirit.

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08 june 2017
the rebel spirit

the sun rose on just another day
over the ocean, over the land
a woman goes into labor again like forever
the miracle

and so
the world
came to me
and i was born from infinity

and so roll on
the aching memories
into the air

a baby lives in mother’s arms
father stands, by her side
innocent but painted with contamination
of the ages

and so
the world
came to me
and i arrived in the insanity

and so roll on
the piercing realities
breathing the air

the baby smiles out of her thighs
in a hospital, bathed in electricity
surrounded on all sides by history and the tragedy
the criminality

and so
the world
came to me
and i was broken from divinity

and so roll on
the mad delusions
breathing the air

under gazes stern a life is taken
brought to its knees, deprived immediately
robbed of a chance to realize
the possibility

and so
the world
came to me
and time was harnessed to banality

and so roll on
the pompous icons
breathing the air

a word was spoken with repetitious authority
imposed upon them all, echoes on the prison walls
inside their souls and minds crying vision rendered blind
the identities

and so
the world
came to me
and fell into slavery

and so roll on
the desperate rigidity
breathing the air

a mother hears a doctor say, “its a boy”
on a cold metal gurney, no escape for her or me
cascades of loss wash over her betrayed maternity
the hopeless journey

and so
the world
came to me
and was defined for me

and so roll on
the rebel spirit
breathing the air

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