Heatwave Poetry

this weather makes me want to create other worlds

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In the streets of my ideals

the acceptance of dualities will set you free

binary thinking died when the last dollar lost its value

we won the war by living joyfully

come in, walk with me into the fire!

don’t be fooled

this is not what desire looks like

women are free here

but not free in the sense that they sleep around for validation

so that a man can say they are liberated

free in the sense that they do what they want with their body

no blurred nipples and accusations of obscenity

body is body

there is no prison here so there is no talk of freedom

liberation is a sensation

undefined in the mind

lets keep walking

those two men sit on the pavement playing chess with their rights?

here, they are never at stake

here, we sing of glory days when love was a cage

and all we had was rage

here, take this skirt,

wear it on thighs of whatever size

you decide where to cut

its length wont determine whether you’re called a prude or a slut

it will not buy anyone a free ticket inside your womb

the only blood this body will know is that of your mother’s uterus lining

on the day you were born

you are safe here

from judgement, from lies, from gentle cries of laughter

and reverse fuckery of the celebration of women’s day

because we have rights

so we play every day

here, take a seat at this table

you will never get used to what you were never able

there is space here for him

and her

and them

all are welcome

there is no death penalty when every life matters

on the streets of my ideals

the sensuous echo of a divisive path lingers only in the air

there is no more despair

only love

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