I. Fluttery opalescent moth wings
orbit my Light. Strong North Dakota
winds remind me to stay humbled.
Jolted awake,
Silence––
The stillness of Joy
Absence of incarnation
Cessation of all desires
awaits remembrance.
Although my eyes saw the first sunrise, my heart
remembers the Harvest. Seeds
root themselves in fecund
soil. Seeds grow in
Silence.
Orchids, equanimous
and upright, open their fuchsia arms.
With their subtle grin, they hum––
Strong souls,
Rebloom.
Never doubt your propensity
to radiate boundless Light.
When you see a moth,
Spirit is near you. Stand tall.
Erect. Illuminate
your decipherment of what is True:
You are worthy of love.
You
are more than
locked bedroom doors
screaming into pillows
signed executive orders
confederate lies sputtering
“you don’t belong here.”
Your
blood fertilizes this Land.
Our Land/ I give birth to.
You are more than crying on cold bathroom tile floors
policy governing uteri
treacherous red-tie speeches
military missiles/ drones
bullets erupting arteries
bombs bulldozing your home.
You
are more than
clenched fists/ spray canned “die pigs”
tear gas defiling your lungs
shattered bank windows
masked faces/ rifles, black combat boots splitting faces on asphalt.
More than borders
More than skin.
You
are whole. Complete.
(II.)
Complete
like impermeable heat
Feel Spirit’s long-lasting embrace
The embryonic rhythm of life
You are immortal.
In your mind, serpents hiss––
you are hopeless, helpless,
nothing more than the incest.
Believe you are nothing.
Believe you are powerless,
wallowing in an empty riverbed
with a worn noose tied around your neck.
But remember, Strong souls
Your tears/ shackles created by someone
Else’s fears, flood your cavern with
inflammable oily water. Purify.
Keep your lungs and heart open.
Relax your spine. Stretch
your groin.
Today’s march was yesterday’s frontline.
Tomorrow is another struggle.
Your faith turns limestone to loaves of bread
Your faith walks on water.
Thea Matthews is a BlXicana womxn feminist, born and raised in San Francisco, CA. She is a spoken word artist, survivor of sexual violence; and she often refers to herself as a poetivist (poet + activist). She has a WordPress (theamariematthews.wordpress.com) and a SoundCloud (soundcloud.com/theammatthews).