This is to Us...

this is to the beauty in our eyes - 

that many fear and many despise

this is to the mothers we love 

and sometimes hate

this is to us who forget

that it only a mother who has called upon pain

and embraced it as a pleasure

to get us into existence?

this is to the milk that flows through us

over valleys of love and into oceans ever receiving

this is to the many different thighs -

they all have a different tale to tell

this is to the solitude we always yearn for 

but the world needs a reason to approve for

this is to the demons we give birth to

and the angels that consume us

this is to the metaphors we are born into

and to the verbs we are limited to

this is to the locks we break

and the keys we never find

this is to the moulds we think we have to fit into

but know not that we can melt away,

we don't always to stay frozen.

this is to the fires we are made to walk in

but know not that we can vaporize away,

we don't always need to burn.

this is to all of us 

who don't yet know that an entire universe lies 

between these thighs

inside our eyes

flowing through the curls

gliding through the straight lines

this is to all of us

who haven't looked into another eyes 

and seen ourselves

this is to all of us

who have stopped being mirrors

because we are too tired being closed doors

this is to the blood we have shed

and raised children from

this is to ending the 'trying to be'

and beginning the just 'being'

this is

to 

us.