Friday, 8 November 2013

So-tun-als-ob


Eigentlich ganz einfach, isn't it?
Footprints, sand between the toes
salt on the lips.
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Laughter, hands, tiny fingers
fragile and easily broken
Rot, das steht für Mut
das bin ich
maybe
balancing on the rainbow
I've painted in the sky
eating the moon
living of sunshine and recycled dreams
time is running under my skin,
fast
faster, sometimes too fast
raindrops
staccato notes on my head
rising into a crescendo until I'm
almost drowning
but I can still see
kann ich noch immer sehen
kann ich noch immer
smell the spring, sweet and pink
freedom, listen to the children
Flying. 
no clock counts my hours
Loving
Ich lebe.

Friday, 1 November 2013

Adam's lie

"So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them" - Gen 1:27

I don't obey.
I was not born to obey.
I am your equal
and it was never in your power
to exact obedience from me.

Blackmoon, created at the same time as the man,
created from the same earth, created to be is partner, created
to be oppressed, denied and forgotten.

There was evening
and there was morning.
But there was never light again.

Not for me
not for any of us
since you destroyed paradise
and turned it into a patriarchy

Medea, Clytemnestra, Mary, I share your fate.
Darkness folds over our gender

I am the true mother
wind spirit, blackmoon, Kiskil-lilla, Lilitu
Lilith
the beginning of the lie
of herstory