I’m not typically one to talk politics but I think this is far less political and far more pertaining to the war at hand – light and dark. I understand a want to protect a life, or even a potential life, but I don’t understand how people don’t see that the level of care is not genuine but is grasping from control rather than approaching from love.
I found myself telling my boyfriend that hope isn’t lost. Sure, things look pretty dark and like they’re rapidly spiraling out of control from any angle you look. It’s going to take the heart of an angel to look, from a place of love, and see that we’re not lost but we’re running out of time. I don’t think there’s a timeline, really, but I think there’s a sense of urgency to ending suffering – there has been more than enough and I’m fucking done.
I can’t help but think that the people on top understand the power of sexual energy. I can’t help but think that when females’ sexuality was repressed because we oversexualized them in media, interactions, etc. and made them insecure in that way, it was safe to grant them a right to abortion. Call it an illusion of control, and the illusion of getting what we want, enough to appease us while another plan was in place to suppress us. I can’t help but think now that more women are owning their own sexuality and seeing that they can empower themselves rather than compare themselves, we need to revert back to finding another way to control their sexuality, suppress them, make them live in fear. I can’t help but think that this is a distraction, in ways. Driving a wedge between people when we really need to find a way to unify more than ever before.
Insecurity
I’ve felt insecure
ready to point fingers
at people
as if the darkness
isn’t coming for our bodies
sexuality
creative or destruction
too much power
out of control
but we reclaim it
not with anger
our voices
our choices
reclaiming control
only of ourselves
with care
a balancing act
needn’t pendulum first
I’ve felt insecure
ready to cast out
push away
anything close, dear
what matters most
I paused
pulled closer
I’ve felt insecure
no one’s job to control
manage
self but me
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 