This is just as much about you as it is about me.
As a body: a proclamation that the “natural” is long distorted by the time we can define it.
We are forced into molds, deformed.
Disproportionate, unrealistic, inhumane?
Go!
Where?
Enjoy!
Your Reflection (run)
Yours.
You stand and walk.
You turn.
bright sun
Are mirrors silver?
Begin, and again,
time to run.
You turn,
now in the mirror.
adjust
Escape.
Find a mile.
Run.
Listen.
Run.
Breath.
Remember.
Home
shower
your body
your reflection,
your body.
your reflection.
My Reflection (run)
Mine.
I stand and walk.
I turn.
bright sun
Are mirrors silver?
Begin, and again,
time to run.
I turn,
now in the mirror.
adjust
Escape.
Find a mile.
Run.
Listen.
Run.
Breath.
Remember.
Home
shower
my body
my reflection,
my body.
my reflection.
I FIND MYSELF
in the middle
these limitless spectrums
occasionally falling
painfully , falling
held down
I can’t breath
don’t look at me
don’t you see me?
GO!
I get up!
I got up!
and occasionally
without much doubt
…
I catch myself
I find myself
happy to be in the middle
these limitless spectrums
WHO ASSIGNED MY GENDER?
they branded me.
an infant
that bothers you?
it pains me.
it cages me.
it comforts you?
what’s wrong with you?
it’s me?
i don’t trust you.
i’m laughing at you.
i beg of you,
look at you.
this is about YOU.
i laugh at you.
it’s not true.
a protocol?
i laugh at you.
they lied to you.