We're born into this world alone, they say
They who have never seen birth
Noticed the way new fingers curl so fittingly
I mean we're actually connected when we're born
They have to cut us apart
I imagine they're wrong about dying too
Who among us dies alone
There is always someone who has to do the paperwork
And some chair or stoop or stump that catches us
And lets our bodies sink back in the ocean
However long it takes to break down cell walls
For the moment, this body is the smallest place where I can live
My tiny country boasting its adorable traditional dress
Delicious dishes and particular way of saying cheers
I'm here as envoy from the embassy posting this petition to my skin
Let's rescind our borders
Move away from boundaries as means of protection
Security as self care
Tell me, who here has the administrative infrastructure
To issue passports and carry out bio surveillance?
I'm through with the tyranny of sovereignty
I want a world in which without invitation
You all can cross into my territory
Let your kindness carry you to witness all this beauty
Which was never really all mine at all
"Adorable traditional dress..." - lovely poem. Now thinking about culture and bureaucracy as an intensely personal experience and culture winning out over bureaucracy.
ReplyDeletethis body is the smallest place where i can live - beautiful :')
ReplyDeleteI didn't make it up! It's feminist geographic theory!
Deletethey have to cut us apart <3
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