A poem about welcoming the foreign within ourselves and the environments we spend time in.
This is one of my rewritings of the creation story. Using imagination and what I believe to create something new.
I marinate in a stew of “busy,”a star of importance pinned on my lapel.This is the “success” culture sells, is it not?The one who is stretched thinnest, wins —Right? The ease for me comes in making my exterior shine while I take on the world. As Ru Paul says, “We’re all born naked and the rest is drag.”So, who will I show up as? The pages of Cosmopolitan taught this awkward teen to appear en vogue.Add some eye liner, rouge and a fuchsia scarf — mere basics for one who dabbles with color all day.By now, I know well how…
Poetry about the connection of the red thread and an invitation to my online FB Group.
Here is a poem and invitation from me to the patriarchy. So fun to write this : )