29 March 2016

TIGERS don't lie.
They might lie in wait.
Sometimes maybe they lie around.
But they don't tell stories.
They don't omit the truth.
They live an honest life:
either they eat you
or they don't.

Elephants remember,
or so they say.
I imagine it would be hard to forget
all of those terrible things
that happened to them.
I wonder,
do they create their own reality
with all of those negative thoughts, 
those miserable memories?

Monsters don't dance
unless nobody is watching,
and then they can be quite graceful,
those knobby scaled toes,
just as light as a leaf on the wind.


--Heather Jo Flores, Spring 2016


09 March 2016

This is for You

This is for the women who love your bodies.
This is for the women who hate your bodies.

I never met anyone who didn't notice my boobs.
I never had a lover who didn't adore.
I never thought it was right to apologize for my appearance,
 and yet I have,
 I do,
 I will again.

Everybody I meet has something that makes them insecure.
Everyone I know wants to love and be loved.
Everyone I encounter lives in stretchy, mutable skin.

This is for the women who want to be loved for your minds.
This is for the women who don't mind being loved for your bodies, too.
This is for the women living in a world where pornographic sex is expected of you.
This is for the women who enjoy pornographic sex.

This is for the babies who are born with girl parts but feel like boys.
This is for the boys who eschew male privilege to live as women.
This is for the people who feel trapped inside someone else's body.

This is for the women who love your bodies but hate yourselves sometimes.
This is for the men who love women but treat them like a commodity, sometimes.
This is for the people who want to change but don't know how.

I'm getting older but I'm in the best shape of my life.
I'm getting older and the skin on my belly is starting to wrinkle and sag.
I'm getting older and I just realized I was beautiful.
I'm getting older and I'm afraid that age will destroy my beauty.

This is for my sisters who bear stretchmarks and love your children.
This is for the women who don't have any children.

This is for the fat girls who worked your asses off to get skinny.
This is for the skinny girls who wish you had a bigger butt.
This is for the fat girls who do yoga every day.
This is for the skinny girls who think you're fat.

This is for the people who use your bodies to grow food,
 to dance,
 to play with dogs and chase birds on the beach.

This is for the people whose bodies are broken.
This is for the people whose bodies are imprisoned,
 either behind bars or in relationships that hurt.

This is for all that is temporary,
 made of blood and bone.

This is a call to action:
 Raise your arms into the sky!
 Open your eyes as wide as you can!
 Slap yourself in the face!
 Stick out your tongue!
The only thing you own is you.

 --Heather Jo Flores, March 2016
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