Fueling The Fire

You try to rip our tongues out

Tell us to be silent

A hushed winter night blanketed in snow

Beauty and fairy dust

Seen not heard

A collection of parts, bought and sold and examined

The process of dehumanization is slow and insidious

So much that the True Believers

Are willingly transformed and drip and melt like hot candle wax

Until they become the smooth-skinned dolls

Painted and postured for your pleasure

Bowing their heads and swallowing your semen

Distancing themselves from their own pleasure

Until they are your blind and obedient servants

Nothing more than hollow cavities into which you can

Pour your disease-riddled fluids

A fire cannot exist without oxygen

Which explains the suffocating layers of bullshit

You try to stuff into our pulsing brains

So inflamed and enraged

We know that our power scares you

Our sexuality frightens you

Whores, sluts, bitches

A woman who knows her strength is a danger to your hierarchy

A gnarled and jagged tree that topples

Onto your white-washed, brittle, crumbling castle

So gather your knights, call up your bloodhounds

Sharpen your axes, fill up your cannons

But we laugh because we know your weapons are useless

You have, once again, underestimated us

We are not disgusting when we touch ourselves

And moan, and sigh, and find pleasure in exploring our bodies

In learning the secrets that lie within every inch and pound of flesh

We have learned to slide under the surface of censorship

And share our secrets in the dark

Yes, it's frightening when we embrace our bodies

Instead of hating them, fearing them

Nipping and tucking and altering and piling on

Layers and layers of chemicals so that we do not lose our youth

And become undesirable

But if we desire ourselves, purely and freely

We no longer need your validation

Our breasts, our voices, our muscles, our sexual organs, our independence

Are no longer yours for the taking

We have become the parasitic vines that creep on the walls of your

Ancient and weed-riddled castle

The water in your moat is churning

And we are thirsty for blood and vengeance

Be it real or metaphorical

The tables are turning and clocks are smashed

Mother Nature is screaming to reclaim what was stolen from her

So watch your backs and choose your words carefully

Fuel to the fire, that is all your words have become

And fire spreads

So very fast