how can i express womanhood when my mother tongue was buried?
my fluid and expansive nature
violently torn into rigid, unrecognizable, colonial binaries of
male or female/straight or gay/american or foreign/- you can only be one or the other
these are not my categories.
this isn't my language.
i come from sovereignty.
the blood of spiritual warriors.
spirits of mother earth and father sky.
ancient wisdom carried through the wombs of our grandmothers
that hip hop flow, creativity, swag
remixin lands and waters, tongues and ways of knowing and being
honoring those who came before, those here now, and those to come.
my womb is connected to the moon
and the waves, they move through
let them flow, bout all i can do
and i aint got nothin left to prove
kaur is my gender identity
who i am has more to it than that
i carry all the peoples who have poured into me
i belong to the earth, not any nationality
i don't pray to other gods
def not the constitution.
do my best to
always serve and love
be part of the solution
i wanna be known with my complexities, not put in a box
so here it is, i share with you
some of me and my thoughts.