Marriage

A Cancer gale blows...

The storm moves in

The one that will wash all the hatred away

And make room for the new seeds to sprout.

I never wanted to be a woman.

I curse this female form.

My entire life I've hated children

but I've hated being a woman more.

A wasted womb.

I've hated the unwanted stares, the assumptions from both genders

about what I'm supposed to do with myself

And my fool-hearty life.

But neither have I wanted to be a man,

with his stupid swinging tackle

and his piteous bravado.

No. I'll take none of it.

I've wanted to be a warrior. Or a scholar.

Or a singular human left to my own devices.

Because I see a society so intent on boxing us in, I rebel against it all.

I hate what you love, simply because you love it.

I want to smash faces into the dirt

simply because they are so cowishly stupid.

I want to destroy as I have been destroyed.

I want people to fear my name every time it is spoken.

Forget love. Fickle fucking love.

Lies.

Forget satin white gowns.

Death.

Death of individuality.

I'll never have one bite of it.

I'd rather be swallowed by inquisition flames.

I'd rather have bricks shoved under my heels until thighs and fibulas crack.

I'd rather be put to the iron maiden or the rack

than ever abandon my Name.

As I've said, I've never wanted this woman's body.

I'd be glad to leave it behind

And travel space and time as only a concious mind.