Will You See?

I am so tired of being a box. I don’t have six sides and I’m not square, so why do you box me? I am more than what you think, trust me. I have breasts and a vagina but that’s not all. My vagina does not define me for you. I am a woman but I am no woman like you think I am. Don’t take me into your brain, your bedroom, and play chess on my ass. I am not your toy or your game or the hand that strokes your ego. If I am beautiful, don’t hold it against me. And don’t hold me to it. My ugly is my harbor. I am lovely and brave and I am dark and afraid. I will love but I will hate. I will harm you and I will like it. I will watch you bleed. I will feel sorrow and shame and will hunger for repentance. I will cry and ache. I will swear to love you and I will stab my heart with your bloody sword. I am a warrior, a shepherd, a queen. I am a child, a storm, and a blaze. I am both a womb and a tomb. I will breathe life and I will suffocate. I am death and resurrection. I am no god but I will try. I will bring warmth and the blueness of ice. I will make you wonder. You will starve with dissatisfaction, trust me. You will see my back but at least you will see me at all.

You will see my brilliance, my grace. You will find joy in my laughter and rest in my love. You will scream with frustration and dance with celebration. You will love me and you will want to leave me. You will fight for me and against me. You will find wealth and glory. Free me from this box. Free me from this box and dance with me. I am more than what you think. I am not my vagina. I am this and I am this and I am this. I am not that. Will You See? I am not that.